Harry Dawson’s two children, Mark and Sarah, were overjoyed when he came home one day with a scruffy black and white mongrel from the local Dog’s Home. The children decided/ wanted/ hoped/ intended to call him ‘Lucky’.
A few days later/ afterwards Harry Dawson felt less happy about/ with the new family pet when Lucky came into/ through the kitchen with a dead rabbit in his mouth. The creature was quite fat and well-groomed and was obviously a pet rather than a wild rabbit.
Sarah took one look at it and immediately identified it as belonging to her friend, who lived next door but one. Fortunately, the Blake family were away on holiday in the South of France. So after dark that evening, Harry Dawson sneaked into their garden and put the rabbit back into the empty hutch. There were no/ few marks on it and hoped that the Blakes would assume it had died of natural causes.
A week later, Harry Dawson saw/ met/ spotted Mr Blake in the Post Office and asked him how his family was.
‘They’re all very well, thank you,’ he said. ‘But my daughter, Cathy is very upset. Her pet rabbit died the week before we went on holiday and some/ a really sick person has gone and put a dead rabbit in its cage!