Buster Runs the Race

I'm Buster. I'm a dog in Grasmere. On Saturday there's a race in the village. One kilometre! I want to win it.

Monday: I head to the park early. I run and run. This is my routine now.

Tuesday: I eat a shoe. It isn't my shoe. The people in my house are not happy. No park on Tuesday.

Wednesday: I head to the park early. I run in the water. Then they wash me. Twice.

Saturday: fifty people run. Two dogs run. I run and run and run — and then I stop. There's a boy with a sandwich.

Now the boy has no sandwich. I have the sandwich.

I don't win the race. But it was a very good sandwich.