Щенок Элли, или Долгая дорога домой / Ellie the Homesick Puppy

Megan looked up guiltily at her mum.

‘Sorry! I found this one down the side of my bed, and I’d forgotten I’d even got it[2]. I haven’t read it[3] for ages.’ Megan reluctantly put the book inside a box and sighed.

Mum smiled. ‘Oh, go on, you can keep it out – we’ve got a couple more days till we go anyway. You’ll go mad without a book to read.’

Megan nodded and laid the book on her pillow as Mum headed back downstairs. She sat down on her bed and shook her head disbelievingly.

‘A couple more days, Ellie. Only two more nights sleeping in this bedroom,’ she murmured.

Ellie clambered up onto Megan’s knee, wagging her tail, and then licked her hand lovingly. She didn’t know why Megan sounded worried, but she wanted to help.

‘You’re excited too, aren’t you?’ Megan said, smiling. ‘You haven’t got to go to a new school[4] though, lucky Ellie.’ She stroked Ellie’s golden ears, and the little puppy shivered with delight. Then she curled up on the duvet again, working herself into a little yellow furry ball.