seems to calm him down.
âAnd itâs even worse that you compound your crime by eating my chocolate.â
âYes, Dad.â
âBut then to waste it on the dog â that is really stupid!â
âYes, Dad.â
âAnd then to blame the poor dog!â
âYes, Dad.â
âDo you really expect me to believe that hewent into the laundry, opened the cupboard door, pulled the chocolates out, carried them to the lounge room and unwrapped them all by himself? What do you take me for â an idiot?â
âYes, Dad.â
âWhat!?â
Oops. Sometimes itâs better not to agree.
âI mean, no, Dad.â
Now heâs really mad.
âClean up this mess,â he says. âAnd you can replace what you have eaten out of your own pocket moneyâ.
âYes, Dad.â
He turns and leaves the room.
I look at Sooty.
âThis is your fault,â I say.
âYeah,â says Danny. âItâs all your fault.â
Sooty just sits down and scratches himself. He doesnât care.
âThe least you could do is be sick!â I say.
He stares back at me.
âCome on, Sooty!â I say. âBe sick!â
âItâs not working,â says Danny.
Suddenly I have a brainwave. Iâm not a smoker or anything, but I did have a puff once. I was with my cousin, David. He said I should learn to smoke because it reallyimpresses girls. But I didnât impress anybody. All I did was cough so much that I was sick. If I can get Sooty to smoke a cigarette then maybe it will have the same effect on him.
âIt doesnât matter,â I say to Danny. âIâve got a better idea. Letâs make him smoke.â
âIs he old enough?â says Danny.
âHe is in dog years,â I say. âCome on.â
I grab Sooty by the collar, drag him outside and lock him underneath the house.
âWait there,â I say. âWeâll be back in a minute.â
We go out into the street and search the nature strip for butts. We find a couple and go back under the house. Itâs very cramped and dark and we have to double over.
I find a box of barbecue matches and light one of the butts. I suck the smoke back.
It tastes horrible. I cough so hard I almost throw up. Perfect!
I offer the butt to Sooty but he turns his head away. I try to put it in his mouth but he just keeps moving his head from side to side.
âCome on, Sooty,â I wheeze. âThink how cool youâll look when you learn to smoke. And how tough. The girl dogs will all go for you for sure.â
âIsnât this a bit cruel?â says Danny. âI mean, wonât it stunt his growth?â
âHeâs short already,â I say. âHe can hardly get any shorter.â
âBut what if he gets hooked?â says Danny.
âThen weâll ring the Quit line,â I say. âBut first weâll get our aliens back.â
But Sooty has other ideas. He jerks his head away from me and knocks the butt out of my hands. It falls into my lap.
âAhhhh!â I scream. I jump up.
WHACK!
My head hits the roof.
âOuch!â I yell.
âAndy?â calls Mum. âIs that you under there?â
âNo, Mum,â I say, hoping that she will believe me and go away.
âAre you smoking?â
âNo,â I say.
âThen why can I smell smoke?â she says.
âItâs Sooty,â I say. âWeâre trying to get him to stop but he wonât listen.â
âAndy, get out here this minute!â says Mum.
We all crawl out.
Mum is standing there with her hands on her hips.
âThatâs the most pathetic excuse Iâve ever heard,â she says. âWhen are you going to grow up and start taking responsibility for your actions?â
âBut, Mum . . .â I say.
âNo, listen to me,â says Mum. âI know you think it looks cool, and tough, and that it will make girls