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push. All I’ve got to do is tokeep Mr Broadbent talking. A couple more swings should do it. Just a couple more.
    â€˜If you don’t let that dog out of there I’m going to ring the RSPCA,’ says Mr Broadbent.

    â€˜Actually it’s the RSPCA who told me to do this,’ I say. ‘They said swinging is good for dogs. It makes them mentally happy. You should try it.’
    â€˜I don’t have a dog,’ he says.
    â€˜I meant for you,’ I say.
    I push Sooty again.
    â€˜Are you going to stop that or do I have to come over there and make you?’ says Mr Broadbent.
    â€˜Just one more and I’m through,’ I say.
    I give Sooty one last big push.
    Sooty flies up, up, up into the air.
    But he doesn’t come back down again.
    He keeps going.
    He flies out of the swing like he’s been shot out of a cannon. He travels across the park and lands out of sight behind some trees.
    Mr Broadbent shakes his head.
    â€˜That poor dog,’ he says.
    â€˜How could I know that was going to happen?’ I say. ‘This playground equipment is dangerous. The seatbelts are hopeless!’
    I grab Danny.
    â€˜Come on,’ I say. ‘We have to catch him. He could spew at any moment!’
    We run towards the trees.
    We find Sooty walking around and around the base of a large pine tree.
    â€˜There he is!’ says Danny. ‘Looks like he’s going to be sick.’
    â€˜Shush,’ I say. ‘I don’t want him to know we’re here. He might run off.’
    We hide behind a park bench and watch him.
    Sooty circles the tree.
    Then he stops.
    Maybe the combination of chocolate, smoke, swinging and flying through the air has done the trick. He’s finally going to be sick.
    But Sooty doesn’t throw up. He lifts his leg and wees on the tree trunk.
    Danny giggles.
    â€˜Having fun, boys?’ says a voice behind us.
    I turn around.
    Oh no.
    I’m staring at a big slobbering Rottweiler.
    I look up.
    It’s Roseanne O’Reilly . . . and LisaMackney. They must be taking Roseanne’s Rottweiler for a walk.
    Roseanne turns to Lisa.

    â€˜Spying on a dog having a wee is kind of pathetic, don’t you think?’ she says.
    â€˜No,’ says Lisa. ‘It’s not kind of pathetic. It’s definitely pathetic.’
    â€˜No, you don’t understand,’ I say. ‘I can explain . . .’
    â€˜Yeah,’ says Danny. ‘We didn’t want to watch him having a wee. We were hoping he was going to be sick.’
    Lisa and Roseanne look horrified.
    â€˜That’s even worse,’ says Roseanne. ‘Come on, Lisa. Let’s get away from these psychos.’
    They walk off. Lisa looks sadly back at me over her shoulder.
    Damn. Of all the parks she could have come into, why did she have to come into this one? And why right now? I want to run after her and explain, but I can’t leave Sooty. Stupid dog. This is all his fault.
    Roseanne calls to her Rottweiler.
    He’s over at the tree sniffing at the place where Sooty just lifted his leg.
    Uh-oh.
    They start growling and circling eachother. The hairs rise into spiky patterns on their backs.
    The Rottweiler lunges at Sooty and sinks his teeth into Sooty’s throat.
    â€˜No, Slayer!’ screams Roseanne.
    I jump up and run towards them.
    I grab Sooty by the tail and pull him up into the air. But Slayer comes too, still attached to Sooty’s neck.
    For a moment I’m holding both dogs in the air, but then Slayer loses his grip and falls to the ground. He jumps back up and snaps at Sooty.

    I swing Sooty away from him, but he follows, lunging and snapping. I have to keep swinging Sooty around and around and around.
    â€˜Do something, Roseanne!’ screams Lisa.
    â€˜No, Slayer,’ calls Roseanne again. ‘Bad dog!’
    â€˜Go, Andy!’ yells Danny.
    â€˜Do something, Danny!’ I scream.
    Danny picks up a pine cone and throws it at