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landed
roughly on the footpath outside with a yelp of pain.
The bottles of dye, however, tipped out all over the
snooty customer and her poodle. Standing together in
dripping pink, blue and green, they howled with fury.
The Putrid Pair squealed like giggling pigs. Poor Pam
looked around in despair at her wrecked parlour.
    'Do come in, Mrs Snythe-Bottom,' she squeaked
miserably. 'I am almost weady for wittle Fi-Fi's twim.'
    Mrs Snythe-Bottom was not impressed. 'You'll pay
for this, Pam. That's a promise.' The dripping woman
pointed at Pam with long red talons.
    Before the Putrid Pair could tear their eyes from
the terrible scene, Freddy raced down the main street
as fast as his pretty legs could take him.

C HAPTER E IGHT
Batty

    Freddy didn't stop running until Pammy's Poodle
Parlour was way behind him. Eventually, he grew tired
and began to trot nervously down the main street. People
who passed him pointed and laughed out loud. He was
the daftest looking dog anybody had ever seen.
    'Haven't you ever seen a wolf before? Shake in your
shoes!' he barked defiantly.
    Nobody screamed, fainted or ran away for safety.
They just continued laughing. So much for being scary,
Freddy thought miserably as he passed the butcher's
shop. He looked up at the rows of dripping meat. He
was starving. There was nothing like the thought of
food to take Freddy's mind off his disgrace. He hadn't
had any breakfast and it was now eleven o'clock.
    He pressed his little wet nose against the window.
    'Yelp!' He jumped high into the air in shock.
    Somebody had just sniffed his backside!
    'Great stinking feet!' he woofed, turning round in
a fury.
    There stood a scruffy, hairy mongrel. Its long black-and-white
hair fell down in strands over its big black
eyes. If the dog hadn't just sniffed his backside, Freddy
would have liked it immediately. It was exactly the kind
of dog that he would have wanted as a pet. He almost
smiled at the mongrel, but then he remembered the
terrible situation he was in. It was bad enough that he
was a poodle. If the Fang Council ever found out that
he associated with other dogs too, it would only make
his crimes worse. So instead, he shooed it away.
    'Go home, boy, go on!' he ordered, pointing his ears
in the other direction. He was not expecting the dumb
animal to understand. Like all werefolk, he believed
that dogs were mere animals and did not have the
power of speech. The dog bared its teeth.
    'I ain't no boy!' it replied crossly.
    Freddy could hardly believe his ears. It sounded
like a woof and a girl's voice at the same time.
    'You can talk?' he yelped loudly. 'I don't believe it.
Fantabulous!'
    The other dog snarled in annoyance.
    'If you can, why shouldn't I, smelly pink poodle?
Be cheeky again and I'll bite your tail off. And that's a
promise!' With a flick of her own long scraggy tail she
trotted away down the main street.
    'No, wait!' Freddy yipped, scampering to keep
up with her. 'It wasn't me, I wasn't cheeky.' He didn't
want the dog to run away, it was so exciting being able
to talk to her.
    'I just thought dogs like you were too stupid to
talk,' he gasped breathlessly. The mongrel stopped
abruptly and growled at him. Freddy looked at her
sharp teeth and realised his mistake.
    'I mean, I thought I could only talk to wolves.'
    Now the mongrel stared at him in disbelief. She
flicked her hair out of her eyes with a toss of her head.
    'Wolves?' She narrowed her eyes and inspected
Freddy. 'Wolves can't talk. They're just wild animals,
ain't they? And anyway, what kind of dog would want
to talk to one of them? Even if you tried, a wolf would
finish off a smelly little puke like you in one bite.
Before you even opened your big trap.'
    'Little puke?' Freddy was outraged. 'Well, that's where
you're wrong, actually. Because I am a wolf! So there!
Not just some common dog who sniffs backsides.' He
stuck out his chest and paraded pompously in front
of her.
    'I am 100 per cent wolf!'
    The hairy mongrel howled with laughter.