Everyone was having fun playing at Rodger’s two story home, it had an indoor spa pool, a very old guava tree, a new trampoline and even a timber jungle jim. Rodger is a forty-eight-year-old man, he was very smart; there was not a single hair on the sparseness of his head he always wore his dark sunglasses and a small pointy moustache grew from under his nose.
The old man owned a five-year-old dog called Misty he was White West Highland Terrier who liked to cause trouble. Misty would always complain that Rodger didn’t feed him enough, at lunch he would start searching for more food in the cupboard. Whenever Misty sees someone that’s not Rodger, he will start barking, whenever Rodger lets him inside, he would start tearing up the sofas and eat all the food he could find in the cupboard, in a few minutes all the food that was in there vanished. Misty has very poor eyesight and always bumps into things like poles and walls, once he tried crossing the road, but he almost got ran over by a speeding truck.
Rodger also owned 10 Cream Leg bar chickens, so he didn’t have to drive to the shop to buy eggs all the time. The chickens were locked up in their dirty cages, once in a while he would open the doors to the cages and let the chickens roam around and do anything they want, eat worms, scratch around for bugs, dig holes to have sand baths or sit on the big guava tree. Every afternoon there would be a blue egg lying in the cage waiting to be collected.
Rodger invited his neighbours to come over for a Christmas barbeque, even the kids came. When everyone got there they started cooking, one person set up the rickety barbeque and threw the Pork sausages, sweet corn and kumara were all sizzling on the rusty barbeque and the savouries were getting cooked in the kitchen. You could even smell the food from outside.
The children and parents saw a small tree planted in the dirt waiting to be decorated, they ran towards it and started decorating the big Christmas tree, they hung candy-canes on it, painted polystyrene balls and a bright shining star was sitting right on the top looking down at everyone like it was a spy. The kids loved the tree so much they danced around it, very shortly they sat in a circle and started to chant Christmas carols, everyone was happy.
The snowy white dog was enjoying the sun; the chickens were digging deep holes in the ground. Rodger slowly walked over to the two trees that were standing guard, he lay down on the rainbow coloured hammock and listened, cicadas were calling and the kids were chanting. Suddenly the wind picked up speed and blew on Rodger’s face.
After the kids were done chanting their Christmas carols and dancing around the tree they all rushed over to the barbeque like a stampede of bison. As they settled down expectantly, salivating over the smells wafting from the BBQ, when SNAP!
The barbeque broke into two. Everyone rushed to the kitchen (not including the children) to get cups of water and poured it on the raging fire. They repeated the process again and again, in five minutes the fire calmed down then died.
The children suddenly burst into tears, the barbeque broke so therefore no more pork sausages, sweet corn or kumara. The parents tried everything they could to calm them down, they told them that there was still food in the kitchen, nothing would work. Soon Rodger came and saw he problem, he walked all the way down to the store that was a kilometre away from his house just to buy cooked sausages. He came back tired and full of sweat. At least the children were happy.
Now it was Misty’s turn, he hadn’t eaten anything today or the day before. He hiked his way over to the big guava tree, he wanted to eat, his eyes slowly moved up scanning the tree for any chickens. His eyes stopped. It was a big fat juicy chicken sitting on the highest branch. Misty was a dog and dogs aren’t very good at climbing, but nothing would stop him. Everyone was inside even the kids and no one knew what the silly dog was up to.
Misty steadily climbed up the tree, as he got higher and higher the branches he stood on got wobblier. He could see the chicken a few more branches higher than him. Misty was scared but he kept climbing, he would not stop now. The naughty dog kept going, at last he was on the same branch the chicken was. All he had to do was to slowly creep up and pounce
Suddenly everyone ran out of the house, maybe they were full. They stood at the deck and watched. Misty was about to fall. He kept going, but when he was almost there CRACK! The branch did not like Misty, it sent him flying across the grass. A few seconds later he dropped. Not knowing if he was dead or not Rodger called the vet.
Soon a man named Tom arrived, he was tall and skinny. Rodger lead his way over to Misty, Tom grabbed out some suspicious items out of his bag
“He’s dead,” the man said
Tom got out a shovel and dug a deep hole. Everyone watched, the kids burst into tears again. Rodger picked up Misty and gently placed him in. Dirt slowly flicked up covering the body, soon it was gone.
Rodger continued on with his life like nothing had happened. The next day he set out for the shop and bought himself a goldfish.