Tilly (standard:adventure, 5681 words)
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Tilly is a dog who thinks she is a human, even after she gets born. Learning the truth she escapes from her mistress' home, nearly dying in the attempt.

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With that panic taken care of Tilly started thinking about her stomach
again. “Where’s lunch? Can’t a girl get anything to eat around here? 
Bring out the groceries. C’mon, move it, I’m hungry!” 

Tilly was so hungry she began to move around. Actually she rolled
because her legs were too short for her to walk. Finally she found what 
she was looking for. Lunch. It came in a large, warm, soft thing that 
felt very much like a water balloon except this one was full of warm 
milk. “I was thinking about a cheeseburger, fries and a coke, but this 
is good, too. 

When Tilly was full, she drifted off to sleep. In fact she fell asleep
before finishing her lunch. In her dream she reminded herself: “I’ll 
never do that again. Imagine, falling asleep at mealtime!” 

In the morning she awoke to hear somebody saying. “Look Ginger. Here’s a
good big breakfast for you. Better eat it all because you have a lot of 
hungry mouths to feed!” 

Tilly said to herself, “that’s true, and I’m one of those mouths.” Then
she set out to find breakfast. “Boy! I think I’ll have bacon and eggs 
this morning.” Poor Tilly Same old thing. Warm milk. 

Three days later Tilly was awakened by a light being shone in her eye.
The left eye. ”Hey, now you cut that out! The girl here is trying to 
sleep. Then she realized she could see, even if it was only a little 
bit from the corner of her eye. “Whoopee! Now we’re getting somewhere. 
I’ll be able to read the menu and order whatever I want!” 

In another week Tilly had grown bigger, had more hair and was able to
walk pretty good. But best of all she could see with both eyes. 

She looked at her surroundings. Not believing what she saw she looked
again. “I’m in a box with high sides! And there are seven dogs in here 
with me?  Surely baby people aren’t kept in boxes with dogs!” 

Then things got worse. A little dog came over to Tilly. “Hi, I’m Rover.
What’s your name?” Tilly looked at Rover. He was a cute little brown 
puppy with a long tail. She snarled. “Beat it, Rover. I don’t talk to 
dogs. Take a hike, get lost!” 

Rover looked at Tilly, trying to figure out if she really meant to be
cross, or what. Then he said. “Oh! You’re the rude one. I’ve heard the 
others talk about you. I feel sorry for you, and you’re such a cute 
little do....” Rover was interrupted and didn’t finish his sentence 
because another pup bumped into him. He forgot about Tilly as he ran 
away to play with other pups. 

“Imagine. The nerve of that pup, wanting to know my name. None of his
business!” Actually, Tilly doesn’t know her name yet. 

When Tilly was eight weeks old the people person whom she thought was
her mother, said. “Good news, puppies! Some of you might be leaving 
today. Won’t that be wonderful? Important people are coming from the 
city to see you, so be on your best behavior and I’m sure you’ll find a 
good home to live in. Ok?” 

Tilly, sitting by herself at the back of the box, thought over this
information. “Hmmm. What’s happening here? Sounds as though she’s going 
to give us away. Hey! Not me. I’m not going anywhere.” While thinking 
to herself, Tilly almost missed the rest of what the lady was 
saying...”Yes, I’ll miss you all, but these nice people will pay good 
money for you pups, so please be good.” 

Being good wasn’t in Tilly’s game plan. She wasn’t going anywhere, money
or not, whatever money was.Oh!  That’s what you get when you sell 
something. Then she had a thought. “So, after she sells those puppies 
she’ll probably sell me, too.” Tilly got angry. “You can’t do that! 
You’re selling those puppies to be slaves! That’s not legal.” Tilly 
tried to say these things to her mother, but when she opened her mouth 
no words came out. She tried again. “Hurray,” she thought. “I’ve said 
my first words. Now my mom will listen to me. 

But there was a problem. Tilly had said. “ARF!”  Tilly couldn’t believe
it, so she tried again. “ARF!” And again. “ARF! 

Tilly was very upset with herself. “I...do...not...believe...it..!” She
was afraid to open her mouth again in case more dog talk came out. This 
needed thinking over. She told herself. “Stay cool, Tilly. That’s what 
happens when people babies are kept in a box with dogs. All we need to 
do is get out of here and be with people for a few days. Now, how can I 
do that?” She thought for a long time. “Escape! That’s what I’ll do. 
Escape tonight?  No, right away.” After a moment, she changed her mind. 
“Can’t go now, its dinnertime. I’ll leave right after supper.” 

She had a big supper. Not a hamburger, but dry food that her people told
her was, “good for you!” For dessert she had warm milk. But Tilly 
didn’t escape after dinner like she’d promised herself. “First, I’ll 
have a nap, gotta keep up my strength so I can run fast.” 

“Ok all my puppies,” the people lady greeted them in the morning. “The
city people will be here soon, so be on your best behaviour.” 

Tilly had just finished her breakfast but it wasn’t what she’d wanted;
bacon and eggs or even waffles, so she was in a bad humour. “I don’t 
care who’s coming, I’m outa here anyway. As a matter of fact I’m going 
over the side of this box right now! Nobody is buying me!” 

She jumped, but not high enough. Again she tried but she couldn’t reach
the top. Finally she collapsed in a heap on the bottom of the box, all 
pooped out. Suddenly, the people were there. Tilly refused to look at 
them. They were saying dumb things to the puppies, like kootchie, 
kootchie koo. 

Tilly began to feel sorry for the little puppies. “They better not try
stuff like that with me!” Nobody did. The people were interested only 
in those cute little puppies who, fools that they are, were right up at 
the front of the box, jumping, barking,.and begging to be picked up. 
Tilly thought it was disgusting. 

Tilly sat at the back of the box watching the show. The next thing she
knew two of the puppies were taken from the box. 

“Oh, do you like that one?” The lady asked. 

“Yes, but does it have worms? 

“No, she had worm medicine just the other day.” 

“Oh yeah,” thought Tilly. “I don’t remember that. But then, I really
don’t care what you do to those dogs.” 

The visitors left with their new puppies. Now there were only four
puppies in the box. And Tilly. 

Two days later Tilly still hadn’t managed to escape. Then, just after
lunch a man and his wife came in. 

“We’re looking for a nice little puppy. Do you have any?” 

“Yes, I have five left. The choice of the litter.” 

Tilly heard all of this and looked around the box. “Funny, I see only
four puppies. Wonder why she said there were five?”  It really didn’t 
matter to Tilly .She just sat quietly at the rear of the box and 
ignored everybody. “They can have them all, for all I care!” 

“Oh, oh, that lady is looking at me!” Tilly tried to back even further
away from the lady, but there was nowhere to go. 

“Come here!” That was Tilly’s people mom. “You, the black one with the
white mane! This nice lady wants to see you!” 

Tilly cringed in the corner of the box, trying to get away.  The strange
lady picked up another puppy. “Whew! I thought she meant me. I’m 
saved!” Then she had a really strange thought. “Maybe I could use that 
lady as my way to escape from here.” In a few minutes she had her plan 
all figured out. 

“First, I’ll act cute, wag my tail, except I don’t have a tail. Ok then,
I’ll just have to wiggle my bum. Same difference. Then sit up; I mean 
stand up on my back legs and look sad. They always go for sad looking 
things. Then when she takes me home, I’ll run away.” 

Slowly, Tilly walked towards the front of the box, all the while looking
at the stranger with big sad eyes, and wagging her tai...behind. 

“Look!” said the lady, “that little dog is coming to see me. Let’s buy
that one, she’s so cute.” 

The man replied, “na, why not get the white one? It’s friendlier. The
black one seems to be anti-social. It would probably run away. Get the 
white one!” 

Then, to Tilly’s joy, the lady picked her up. “Oh. I think you’re so
adorable! I’m going to buy you. Would you like that?” 

It was ok with Tilly because it fitted into her escape plan. 

“Alright,” the man said, “but I think she’d be a handful if she ever got
loose.” 

Tilly laughed to herself. “Heh, heh, heh, you got that right, Buster,
I’m as good as free right now!” 

Five minutes later Tilly and her new people were in the man’s car. It
was the first time Tilly had been outside. It was November and cold. 
She was glad they had a warm car. 

While driving into town the lady said, “we need a name for this little
girl. What do you think we should call her?” 

Tilly thought that over. She had some suggestions, too. “Why not,” she
thought, “Pricilla, Jane, Margaret, Clare. I like those, but for sure, 
don’t ever call me late for lunch. Heh, heh, heh” 

Meanwhile, the man suggested, Rover, Pansy, Pooch, or Hey You! 

The lady didn’t like any of those names, then said, because their little
pet was a Pekinese maybe her name should be, Tinkle, Twinkle. I’ve got 
it! We’ll call her...Tilly!” 

Tilly listened to these silly names and thought they sounded like names
for a dog.  Hearing that her name was to be Tilly, she thought, “Call 
me whatever you want but it doesn’t mean I’ll come when I’m called.” 
Then when Tilly was wondering when lunch would be served, she fell 
asleep in the arms of her new mommy. 

Although Tilly now knew her name, she still didn’t realize she was not a
people. 

The car stopped in front of a nice house. Tilly awoke and looked around
to see where she was. “Maybe we’ve stopped for lunch. She was correct 
because her new mommy said. “This little girl must be hungry.” 

“Oh, boy, I hope she gives me a hamburger. I can hardly wait.” 

When the car door opened Tilly forgot about her stomach. She could see
freedom! Before the lady could get a leash on her, Tilly jumped out of 
the car, paused for a moment to savour her freedom, and started to run. 
But there was a problem. Tilly didn’t know where she was or where to 
run to. That didn’t bother her too much because she ran as fast as she 
could until she bumped into the steps leading to the front porch 

The steps were higher than her head. “I bet if I could jump up there,
they’d never find me.” But try as she did she couldn’t even get onto 
the first step. 

Then the lady was beside Tilly. “My, aren’t you the lively one. Here,
let me get your leash on and I’ll take you for a walk around the yard. 
You probably need to go to the bathroom.” 

Tilly wondered. “What’s a bathroom? I’ll worry about it later because
what I need right now is to pee.” 

“Good dog,” the lady said as she reached down and patted Tilly on the
head. 

Tilly was shocked to hear her new mom refer to her as a dog. She started
to set her mom straight, but the only sounds coming from her mouth were 
woof, arf, arf, and woof. 

“Darn! I’ve done it again. They kept me in that box of dogs too long.
I’d better soon learn how to talk properly or I’ll always sound like a 
dog.” 

The lady picked Tilly up and carried her into the house and straight to
the kitchen. It would soon become Tilly’s favourite room. She watched, 
as a heaping bowl of good smelling food was put on the floor in front 
of her. 

Tilly was hungry, but the bowl was too high for her to reach over the
side. She tried everything to get at the food. She pushed the bowl into 
a corner. No good. Then she shoved it around all over the floor. Also 
no good. Her last resort was to clamber into the bowl! “Hey, I’ve made 
it!” She thought happily. “I just need to get my back legs in then I 
can eat. But the scrambling she did with her rear legs caused the bowl 
to tip. Tilly and her lunch spilled across the kitchen floor. 

Surveying the mess she’d made, Tilly decided it wasn’t so bad. “At least
now I can eat my food!” And she did. Every last bite. 

She gobbled, chewed, and slurped at the food. Then she licked and
licked, moving across the floor after her food until, suddenly, she 
bumped into a big, black, hairy foot! She jumped back, but only a 
little bit. “I don’t know what that thing is, but I’ll worry about it 
later after I’m done eating. 

In less than a minute the floor was as clean as a whistle. Looking
around, she noticed a last piece of her lunch. But it was right near 
that hairy foot. No longer being hungry Tilly took a second to examine 
the hairy thing. "Oh, oh! There are four of those things. That can't be 
a people. Wonder what it is?” 

Tilly looked up. Higher and higher until she got a crick in her neck and
had to sit down so she could look up higher. At the top of the look she 
found herself staring into a great hairy face with beady black eyes and 
lots of teeth. “Wow! They look sharp.” 

The hairy face bent towards Tilly, sniffing and sniffing. Tilly was
scared. Still sniffing, the face came closer and closer. Thinking she 
was going to die, Tilly decided to go down fighting. Baring her own 
teeth she jumped up and struck the black monster on one of its knees. 
To her great surprise the black monster backed away. 

Then, slowly, the monster came towards Tilly again. It didn’t seem to be
angry. Tilly wasn’t certain, so she snarled and barked, trying to sound 
bigger than she really was. 

“Woof, woof, growl, snarl!” 

“Hey! Don’t you talk to me like that!” The black monster said. “I live
here! I’m the dog of the house.” 

Pressing her luck, Tilly replied. “So do I, at least until I find some
way of running away.” 

“Run away! You must be right out of your skull. You could never have it
so good. Do you know this is the best place in the world to be a dog?” 

Tilly thought about that. “Maybe this is a good place for dogs, but not
for me. I’m not a dog, so I’m leaving.” 

“Well, you sure look like a dog to me. You know where the door is. Are
you leaving now?” 

“No, I’m going to have a nap first. I always get sleepy after eating. By
the way, that lady calls me ‘Tilly’. What’s your name?” 

“That’s a nice name. They call me Buffalo.” 

“What a funny name. What does it mean?” 

Buffalo sat down beside Tilly and explained her name. “A long time ago
when I was as small as you I watched a television show about cowboys 
and Indians who were trying to save some buffalo from being stolen by 
the bad guys. I was watching these big hairy animals on the screen when 
my lady suddenly said, ‘look! Our little doggie looks just like a 
buffalo’. And that’s how I got my name.” 

Buffalo looked down at Tilly, smiled and asked. “Do you believe that?” 

Tilly wasn’t sure. She thought maybe her leg was being pulled with a
made-up story. But, on the other hand. Buffalo has never lied to her 
before, so, therefore it must be true. “Buffalo, I believe you.” Then, 
in a small voice she asked “Is it really true?” 

“Yes, sounds dumb, huh? But stick around and you’ll see our people do
even dumber things.” 

Sleepily, Tilly asked, “like what?” 

“Well, the strangest thing they do is sleeping. They sleep only once a
day, always at night. They eat three times a day, but feed us only 
once. Not fair! Although they usually give me some of their food. But 
the good thing is they never want a share of our food.” 

Buffalo waited for Tilly to ask more questions, but there weren’t any.
Tilly had fallen asleep on Buffalo’s foot. Then she began to snore. 

Buffalo couldn’t believe how loudly that little puppy snored. “This is
terrible! She snores just like people.” She left Tilly to sleep alone 
on the kitchen floor. 

In the living room Buffalo jumped onto a chesterfield, circled around
several times for reasons unknown to her, and settled down for her own 
nap. She had to put her paws over her ears because she could still hear 
Tilly’s snores. 

Tilly awoke with a start. Somebody had placed her on a blanket. But that
wasn’t what woke her up. It was the good smells! Food, maybe steak, or 
chicken, or hamburgers, or, or...can’t run away now, that’s for sure. 
I’ll get some good food before I leave. 

The doorbell rang! Tilly was sitting right under the dinger.
‘Rrriiinnnggg’! It went again. Frightened, Tilly jumped up and ran 
around the corner of the kitchen and collided with another hairy 
animal, knocking it down. “Sorry,” she apologized, “but get out of my 
way, will you?” Then she saw it wasn’t a dog she’d bumped into. It 
was...oh...a’ cat’! It was showing Tilly lots of claws and teeth.  
Also, it was talking cat talk and wasn’t being very polite, either. 
“Watch where you’re going, little one, or I’ll shred and tear you up 
for the recycling bin.” 

Tilly, hiding behind a door replied meekly, “I said I was sorry! That
noise scared me. But who are you? Do you live here too?” 

“I’m not called anything because I don’t live here. The lady lets me in
if I look hungry or cold, which means I’m here most of the time.” Then 
the cat asked. “Who are you?” 

Tilly was beginning to think that living in a people house was too
complicated. “Every where I turn I run into animals bigger than me. I 
better run away soon. Maybe after supper and another nap.” 

“I’m called Tilly. I’m a people, even though some persons around here
think I’m a dog. But don’t believe them.” 

“Oo...k.” drawled nameless cat, “you sure fooled me. I thought you
looked just like a Pekinese!” 

Buffalo came running into the kitchen. “Tilly, why didn’t you answer the
door bell? That’s our job around here.” 

“Sorry. I didn’t know that. Besides, it scared me!” 

Buffalo accepted the apology. “Don’t forget next time. By the way, look
out for Snoopy, the biggest dog I’ve ever seen. And another thing. He 
has a cold nose. He’s still at the front door with our lady’s sister.” 

A minute later Tilly met Snoopy when he raced into the kitchen, stuck a
long cold nose under Tilly’s stomach, flipped her over on her back, and 
proceeded to sniff her all over. Buffalo had forgotten one thing about 
Snoopy; his nose was not only cold, it was also wet. 

Tilly was too embarrassed by being rolled around like a barrel of flour
to be frightened of Snoopy. “I’ll fix you, Snoopy. One of these days 
when I’m a lot bigger I’m gonna eat your lunch!” 

Later in the evening the people sat down to a huge dinner in the dining
room Tilly watched incredulously as the food was put on plates and 
placed on the table. 

“A waste of time! Just put it on the floor where I can get some too. I
guess people have to sit at a table in order to get fed. I can do 
that!” Tilly picked a spot near a chair and waited for her serving of 
food. 

Soon all the dogs were under the table, even though it was crowded.
Tilly had a place near her new mom; Buffalo was close to the man, while 
Snoopy sat near his lady. 

Surprisingly, all dogs behaved, as if they knew if they caused trouble
none would receive any tidbits. 

Tilly doesn’t know it yet but her big chance to escape will soon come.
It happens after dinner when the lady’s sister goes into the living 
room where Tilly is sitting near the outside door. This door is all 
glass and Tilly is able to look out and dream about being free. “I 
would give anything to be free!” She thought. 

Tilly, sister lady asks, “Do you want to go out?” 

Tilly couldn’t believe her ears. “Want out? Bless you, lady.” Except, it
sounded like, “Woof  woof? Woof woof, woof.” 

Before the lady knew what was happening, and even as she called to ask
sister. “Can Tilly go out?” She opened the door just as the answer 
came. “No! Don’t let her out without tying her up!” 

While all this talking was going on, Tilly was out the door like a small
firecracker and running for the large white field which stretched away 
from the house into the distance. 

“Run, run!” Tilly told herself. “They’ll not catch me now! I’m free!” On
the far side of what she thought was a field she could see a small 
mountain: “that’s where I’ll go. I'll live there and do as I please!” 

She ran faster and faster. In the distance she heard her lady cry out,
“she’s on the ice!  I wonder if it will hold her weight. Somebody go 
out there and bring her back!” 

The man’s voice said. “Don’t think so. Yesterday there was no ice at
all. It’s too thin. Looks like that little dog is a goner, unless it’s 
smarter than it looks.” 

Tilly kept running. “What’s that noise? Sounds just like running water.”
She’d answered her own question. “If that’s water, then what’s the 
other strange noise?” She thought long and hard before she figured it 
out. “Easy, that’s the sound ice makes when it breaks into small 
pieces.” Tilly pondered her own answer. “That’s why my feet are wet!” 
Tilly stopped running. “Oh my, not only are my feet wet, but so is my 
stomach. I’m cold, wet, and scared!” 

Tilly had started doing the right thing. She’d stopped running. Then she
did another smart thing; she took a moment to think. She decided, 
because her feet were wet, to go to a dryer place. And that would be 
where she’d been just before her feet got wet. So she backed up, and 
up. 

Tilly was still in trouble because the ice kept on breaking and making
her even wetter. “This isn’t good. If I’m not careful I’ll get 
completely wet and freeze to the ice and never get out of this mess.” 

Listening carefully Tilly could hear her people calling. “Tilly! Where
are you?  Come back this instant..!” 

That’s exactly what she wanted to do! Get off the ice. She was trying to
do the right thing, but it wasn’t working. So.. Tilly thought again. 
“Maybe if I lay on my stomach the ice won’t break. Then I’ll use my 
back legs to push myself away from the open water. 

She started to crawl over the ice It held her up.... most of the time. A
few times she came to thin spots and the ice gave way under her. She 
was getting wetter and wetter, and feeling very cold. Tilly knew she 
had to keep trying or she’d not make it to the shore. 

Looking up, Tilly saw she had a long way to go. She hadn’t realized how
far she’d run on her escape try. Now she was getting tired and sleepy 
despite the cold. “I’ll just rest here for a minute or so,” she told 
herself. 

“That’s not a real good idea, Tilly. If you rest now you’ll never get up
again! 

Tilly tried to look around to see who was talking to her, but she was
too stiff and cold to move. “Who’s that talking to me? Who are you?” 

For a moment there was no answer, then she heard the voice again. But
this time the words were slurred. “It’s cold even in here Tilly. Do 
something or I’ll freeze with you.” 

Slowly it dawned on Tilly that the voice was in her head. “Are you my
conscience?” She asked sleepily as she put her head down on the ice. 

“Smart thinking for a dog! Of course I’m your conscience! Who else would
be dumb enough to be out here with you?” 

By now Tilly couldn’t feel her feet, but even so she was beginning to
feel warm and comfortable. She didn’t know that freezing to death could 
make her feel like this. She snuggled her head into what she thought 
was a soft pillow except it was actually broken pieces of ice. 

Still slurring her words the inner voice said. “Come on Tilly, there’s
not much time. Get moving or we’ll be out here forever.” 

Lifting her head Tilly said. “What do I care; I’m only a dog. I thought
I was a people but I’m just a dog. Nobody cares about a dog so why 
should I?” Then she put her head down on the ice. 

“So you just give up? Is that it?” 

Mumbling, Tilly replied. “I’m too sleepy to listen to you. Be quiet and
leave me alone.” 

It was several seconds before the voice spoke again. “You’re a dog!
You’re a dog! Tilly’s a dog! Maybe you’re smart for a dog but you’re 
sure not smart enough to be a people. That’s probably why you were made 
into a dog!” 

Tilly didn’t say anything. She was feeling comfortable and didn’t want
to move. 

“Tilly. Can you imagine how those other little dogs will laugh when they
hear about the dumb thing you did running out on the thin ice? They’ll 
think you’re really stupid, won’t they? I can hear them now laughing 
and laughing. Goodbye Tilly. I’m too cold to talk anymore. Goodbye.” 

Tilly was so comfortable she almost couldn’t think anymore. Except..
those little puppies... “Laugh, will they? I won’t let them laugh at 
me!”  Then she got angry. “I don’t think so, at least not today!” 

She tried to move.  “I’m frozen to the ice!” She mumbled through her
numb lips. “My legs are short so maybe I can get loose if I stand up.” 

Drowsily, the little voice piped up. “You’re just a dog! You’ll never do
it!” 

Really angry now, Tilly snapped back. “Why don’t you shut up? All you do
is live in a warm place and don’t do anything except complain!” 

Tilly tried again and finally freed her front legs from the ice. The
exertion got her blood flowing again, making her feel pain in her legs, 
like really sharp pins and needles. 

Just her back legs were stuck now. The inner voice kept quiet, having
done its work. 

Tilly struggled, tugged, pulled and grunted, but remained stuck fast.
She had to stop to catch her breath. She thought of those little 
puppies laughing at her. “I’ll show them!”  Unexpectedly, her left hind 
leg came free. A moment later her right leg was free too. 

To nobody in particular, Tilly exclaimed, “A stupid dog can’t do that!” 

“True.” replied the voice. “But a smart one can. Let’s get going. I’m
cold, tired and hungry.” 

“Me too!” 

Tilly wasn’t out of the woods...er..Water yet. She was a long way from
shore. Because the ice was still breaking under her, she decided to try 
rolling her way to safety. It worked! After six complete rolls she 
could feel firm ice under her body. Carefully, she stood up, ready at 
any moment for the ice to crumble beneath her. Didn’t happen! Looking 
at the shore where her people were still watching, she saw them heading 
into the house. She heard her people Mom say, “too bad. She was a 
stubborn little puppy; I’ll miss her.” 

“Wuf, bark bark, bark.bark! (Hey, I’m coming, I’m coming!”) Tilly began
to run. There were still some puddles of open water, but she dodged or 
jumped right over them. She ran as though a boogey man was chasing her. 
She dashed into the house before the people could close the door. 

She ran right to the kitchen, tripping over her food bowl in the middle
of the floor. Buffalo was busily licking it clean 

“Tilly! I didn’t think you’d be back!” 

“Well, I am! Sure didn’t take you long to eat my supper, did it?” 

“I’m sorry. But I really thought you’d run away like you said.” 

Then Tilly’s people Mom ran into the room, so excited that all she could
say was, “you poor little doggy. I was sure you had drowned. Don’t you 
ever do that again!” She picked Tilly up in her arms and gave her a 
mighty hug, then carried her into the bathroom where she was given a 
warm bath. 

Soon Tilly was placed in her warm bed and given a piece of roast beef
left over from dinner while the lady tried to extract a promise from 
her to never run away again. But Tilly was fast asleep, dreaming about 
her next escape. 

End 


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