“WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF.” Said the dog.

“WHAT IS IT?!” Said David, panicking, remembering the warning he had got from the cat the day before.

“WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!” Said the dog, again.

“I DON’T HAVE ANY FRIED EGGS!” Replied David, urgently scanning his eggless vicinity.

“WOOOOOOOOF WOOOOOOOOFFF WOOOOOOOOFFFF!” Barked the dog, angrily.

“WHY DO I KEEP LETTING STRAY ANIMALS INTO MY HOUSE?!” Shrieked David. Then his baked beans fell off the shelf, crushing his matchbox car.

“WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!” Screamed David, as he fell to his knees.

“WOOF.” Said the dog.

“Miaow miaow miaow miaow.” Said the cat.

“I don’t know what you want!” Replied David.

“Miaow miaow miaow miaow.” The cat repeated.

“What do you want?!” Said David. This charade had been dragging on for an hour now, and he was still no closer to working out what the cat wanted.

“MIAOW MIAOW MIAAAAAAAOOOOOOOW!” Shouted the cat, more urgently.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” Shouted David, angrily. Then his fried eggs burst into flames.

“Oh, I see.” Said David, sheepishly.