Freddy
caught his reflection in a shop window and sagged
miserably. How could anyone believe he was a wolf
underneath this curly pink disguise?
'You are a silly, pink, smelly little poodle and I don't
like poodles,' the dog told him slowly and clearly. 'You
are also a liar and I don't like liars and you don't have
no manners.' She flicked her tail. 'So clear off out of
my patch.'
'No manners?' Was a common mongrel really telling
a Lupin how to behave? Freddy puffed up in outrage.
He was descended from one of the oldest, noblest of
werepacks.
'At least I don't sniff backsides,' he yipped.
'That's what I said, ain't it? No manners. Didn't
your mother teach you nothing when you was a
puppy? You always do the Hello Sniffing dance when
you meet someone.'
'No way!' Freddy yipped, his ears drooping in
dismay. How revolting! This was certainly not part of
a werewolf's rituals. He had no intention of performing
that dance. The mongrel looked at him with
disgust and trotted away once again. Freddy tried to
keep up.
'Clear off, stink-pup!' she called back.
'No, wait. It's because I'm ...' Freddy looked
around desperately. Next to him was a travel agency
with a revolving globe in the window.
'I'm from Australia,' he shouted, always willing to
lie at a moment's notice. The mongrel stopped, her
curiosity getting the better of her.
'Where's Australia?' she wanted to know.
'On the other side of the world.'
The mongrel looked doubtful. To her 'the world'
meant Milford.
'Near the pooing field?' she asked. (She meant of
course the public park.)
'No, far away on the other side of the ocean, where
everybody is upside down.'
The mongrel started to rumble, thinking he was
being cheeky again. Freddy thought desperately.
'Look here.' He ran to the shop window and
pointed at the globe with his ear.
'See?' he barked. 'That ball is the world. We, I mean you, live on the top but I come from under there, down
under. Australia.'
The dog looked at the globe suspiciously.
'Is that why you talk funny?' she yipped at last.
'You don't sound like no proper dog.'
'Yes.' Freddy laughed with relief. 'That's right,
cobber. G'day mate, everybody loves good neighbours.
And that's why I don't do Hello Sniffing. In Australia
dogs shake paws like this.' He held out his paw. 'That
means good manners there.'
'So what are you doing here then?'
'I was dog-napped because I'm so valuable. But
thanks to my ingenious plan I managed to escape. I was
just running away from them now. They tried to disguise
me by dyeing me pink and putting perfume on me!'
'So that's why you smell so bad?' she nodded, trying
to work out if she believed him.
Freddy might have been insulted, but he smelt bad
even to himself.
The mongrel narrowed her eyes.
'If you're lying, I will bite your tail off,' she
promised.
'Cross my heart I'm telling the truth. I never lie,'
Freddy lied.
He held out his paw. After a moment the dog gave
a small woofy laugh and held out her own paw.
'What's your name then, stink-pup?' she asked.
'Freddy,' he yipped. 'What's yours?'
'Batty. Did you live on the Wildside in Australia?'
'What's the Wildside?' Freddy asked.
Batty raised her hairy eyebrow. This dog was a
stranger for sure – he didn't know anything!
'The Wildside is where I live. Running around
on your own, looking after yourself. I don't need no
human.' She flicked her head proudly.
Just then there was a sound of sirens approaching
the main street.
'Shush!' Batty whispered, her ears standing high
and searching for the noise. 'Police! Humans! We have
to hide, quick.' She began to run at full speed down
the road.
Freddy tried his best to keep up with her.
'But why are we running away? We haven't done
anything wrong.'
'Wise up, stink-pup, we're on the Wildside. That's
against the humans' law. They always try, but they
can't never catch me!'
Batty disappeared down a narrow alley. Freddy
followed, wondering what on earth his new friend
was in trouble for. And then he realised. They