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Taranaki Daily News, 27 September 1930, Page 21 (Supplement)

After their adventures on the river, the chums decided to have a rest. “There’s one good thing about being at home,” Richard said, “You can take things easy!” Arid he settled himself comfortably on the sofa. “Where’s Gwen?” asked Polly, as she perched herself on the arm of the couch. • . “Don’t ask ine,” replied Richard, “I expect she’s gone to see what has happened/while we’ve been away.” Gwen loves chatting to the neighbours, you know.

Richard and Polly were beginning to wonder what had happened to Gwen when she suddenly burst into the room. She was awfully excited “I’ve some news for you,” she shouted, “You’ll never believe it. “Oh!” remarked Richard, “Then what’s the good of telling us. “What is it?” asked Polly. „ „ . ... „ “Let me get my breath,” said Gwen, “And then I’ll tell you all about it.

Gwen sat down on the stool. “Go. on,” encouraged Richard, “Tell us all about it. ’ S “It was like this, explained Gwen. “I went up the road to see Tiddies at .-■> tfte Cedars. She said that last week she caught a mouse bigger than the one my uncle Tom caught.”’ . , , “fe this all about your uncle Tom?” asked Richard, “Because Im fed up ' With that story.” “Don’t you. run my uncle Tom down,” cried Gwen. “He won the mouse- / . catching championship.” . • ' V “I don’t care what he won,” snapped Richard. . . a. . r ■ “Go on with the story,” yelled Folly. . ■ '« • ■■■■■

“It was as I was coming home,” she confined, “Thatl noticed new neighbours had arrived next door?;. Of course I had to peep over the fence, and in the garden I saw two of th? funniest creatures you could imagine? One was a dog—” ■ V' 1 -'-• • “A dpg’s not h funny creature,” growled Richard. • - ; - “Well, thia,one is,” said Gwen. “let’s go and have a look at them,” suggested Polly.

Richard, Polly and Ted were most anxious to see the new neighbours, although they certainly thought Gwen had exaggerated her description of them. “We shall have to go round the back way,” said Gwen, “And move as quietly as possible.” So the ebums tip-toed to the back gate. . t “NQW then,” whispered Gwen, “Don’t make a noise, and you’ll have a big it,” muttered Richard, “I hope you are not making fun of us.”

The chums peeped cautiously over the fence. Gwen hadn’t exaggerated! The animals on the other side were very strange indeed! “What did I tell you?" whispered Gwen. “What he "gingV* asked p”lly.“st sounds like ‘Omski’ to me.” X wonder?