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around
his stomach and from the top half of his legs.
    Pam stood back and beamed with pride at her
work. The twins, who had been pulling faces at Freddy
and sniggering throughout, now had tears of laughter
dripping down their cheeks.
    'One last thing and we're finished. Oh, isn't that
a nice necklace for a doggie,' Pam commented when
she saw the Moonstone. She hung a little medal next
to it that read 'Dripsy-Wimpsy, Farfang Castle'.
    'Yes, we gave it to him for his birthday,' Harriet
replied and glared at her brother to make sure he
didn't give them away.
    Freddy felt sick with dread when at last Pam took
off the muzzle.
    'My, what a pwetty wittle doggie,' she exclaimed.
    Freddy ran to the mirror and howled with horror.
There in front of him stood the world's most ludicrouslooking
poodle. He was bright pink and Pam's work
with the shaver had left him with a pair of woolly
shorts, a cropped vest and little fur socks. There
he stood, a descendant of the proudest and fiercest
werepack in the history of Wolfenkind. From Sir
Rathbone to Flasheart and now to him! It was nothing
less than a tragedy.
    'I was supposed to be a hero!' he howled.
    The twins shrieked with triumph at their greatest
ever joke.
    'Now who's the pink one, Wimpsy?' Harriet smiled
at her glorious revenge. Freddy bared his tiny teeth
and turned to face them.
    Whoosh!
    He threw himself at the Pukesome Twosome in a
blur of pink fury. The twins cried out and ran towards
the door. Freddy blocked their way, his snarl dripping
with spit.
    'I hope wittle Dripsy-Wimpsy wikes his new hair-style?'
Pam said hopefully.
    'Like it?' Freddy yapped in disbelief. 'I abso-totalutely
hate it, you silly fruit fart.'
    Fortunately for Pam, she couldn't understand his
woofy words.
    Meanwhile, Chariot was trying to sneak towards
the door. Freddy spotted him, and skidded into his
cousin's feet, knocking them from under him. As
Chariot fell to the floor, Freddy jumped high and
landed with a yelp of delight on his cousin's soft flabby
tummy. Chariot gasped in shock. Freddy jumped up
and down as if he were on a trampoline.
    'Take that.' He landed again.
    'And that!' He tried a somersault.
    'Get him off me!' the boy wailed and turned over to
crawl away. Freddy jumped onto his back and started
pulling Chariot's underpants up from under his trousers.
    'Ow, help! He's wedgiefying me!'
    'A Major Melvin Wedgie,' Freddy agreed with
laughter.
    The strain on the material was too great and it
tore away. Freddy fell to the ground, still holding
a square of Chariot's underpants in his mouth. He
spat it out with fiendish glee. The boy gasped with
relief.
    'Ha-ha-hardy-ha!' Freddy yelped in triumph.
    'Dunderbrain dog,' squealed Harriet.
    'Oh, dear!' Pam murmured in alarm. 'I have never,
ever seen such a naughty doggie.'
    'Oh no? Well, watch this, Pammy Wammy!' Freddy
jumped onto the counter. There lay all Pam's instruments
of torture: baskets of rollers, clips, brushes, scissors,
bows, medals, shampoos, colour sprays and perfumes.
    'Now then, Dripsy, down you get. Don't make
Pammy angwy!' Pam sounded concerned.
    'I'll sort him out,' Harriet cried, running for a mop
she had spotted in the corner of the room. As she
ran for it, Freddy, with little barks of delight, started
kicking all Pam's baskets onto the floor. They fell with
a terrible clatter.
    'Take that, Pammy,' yelped Freddy. When poor
Pam tried to pick him up, Freddy bared his teeth.
    'Don't dare touch a werewolf, human,' he snarled
and sent some of the pink spray and shampoo flying
through the air.
    'Ha-ha-hardy-ha!' he roared.
    Then everything happened at once.
    With a jangle of the bell the door opened. In
walked Mrs Snythe-Bottom in a full-length red fur
coat, carrying her blue poodle. As she entered, Harriet
swung the mop with all her might.
    Wham!
    She whacked Freddy on the backside. Freddy and
every remaining bottle of pink, blue and green poodle
dye flew through the air. He sailed over Mrs Snythe-Bottom's
head, out through the door and