Harry was a white dog with black spots
who liked everything,
excpet...having a bath.
So one day when he heard the water
running in the tub,
he took the scrubbing brush...
and buried it in the back garden.
Then he ran away from home.
He played where they were mending the street and got very dirty.
He played by the railway and got even dirtier.
He played tag with other dogs and became dirtier still.
He slid down a coal chute and got the dirtiest of all.
In fact, he changed
from a white dog with black spots
to a black dog with white spots.
Although there were many other things to do,
Harry began to wonder if his family thought
that he had really run away.
He felt tired and hungry, too,
so without stopping on the way
he ran back home.
When Harry got to his house,
he crawled through the fence
and sat looking at the back door.
One of the family looked out and said,
"There's a strange dog in the back garden...
by the way, has anyone seen Harry?"
When Harry heard this, he tried very hard
to show them he was Harry. He started to do
all his old, clever tricks.
He flip-flopped and he flop-flipped.
He rolled over and played dead.
He danced and he sang.
He did these tricks over and over again
but everyone shook their heads and said,
"Oh, no, it couldn't be Harry."
Harry gave up
and walked away towards the gate,
but suddenly he stopped.
He ran to a corner of the garden
and started to dig furiously.
Soon he jumped away from the hole
barking short, happy barks.
He'd found the scrubbing brush!
And carrying it in his mouth,
he ran into the house.
Up the stairs he dashed,
with the family
following close behind.
He jumped into the bathtub abd sat up begging,
with the scrubbing brush in his mouth,
a trick he certainly had never done before.
"This little doggie wants a bath!"
cried the little girl, and her father said,
"Why don't you and your brother give him one?"
Harry's bath was the soapiest one he'd ever had.
It worked like magic. As soon as the children
started to scrub, they began shouting,
"Mummy! Daddy! Look! Look! Come quickly!"
"It's Harry! It's Harry!" they cried.
Harry wagged his tail and was very, very happy.
His family combed and brushed him lovingly, and
he became once again a white dog with black spots.
It was wonderful to be home.
After dinner, Harry fell asleep
in his favorite place, happily dreaming
of how much fun it had been getting dirty.
He slept so soundly,
he didn't even feel the scrubbing brush
he'd hidden under his pillow.