Tilly is a novelist

Our Tilly is a very creative girl.  Just recently she got busy with the paper and sellotape and made her own book.  And as a blank book is clearly in need of a story, she sat down and wrote one.  Ladies and gentlemen, we present:

Help we need a title!  If you can't think of a title for your book, then this is what you call it.  Genius.

The story begins.  Reuben is seven.  You can tell this because the seven has a tick next to it.  He's holding his dog on a lead and the lead really is on the dog although it does look like it's hanging off the dog's bottom.  Maybe that's why the dog is rather surprised.

Now Reuben is eight.  He's grown eyelashes and is saying 'lalelalelalela' in a carefree eight-year-old manner.  The lead is attached to the dog in a more conventional way and the dog is saying, of course, ruff.

Reuben is blissed out in the hot tub.  (We don't have a hot tub by the way.  Or a dog.  Never mind!  We shouldn't let the truth get in the way of a good story, as someone once said.)  The steam is rising gently from the surface of the water and the rather oversized jet is poised to deliver some rather oversized bubbles.  The dog however has been tied up and is looking mightily annoyed at not being able to join Reuben in the hot tub.

Oh no!  It's raining.  Reuben has had to leave the hot tub and go inside.  You can tell he's going inside because you can see the back of his head.  (Clever, hey?)  No sign of the dog, so I presume it's run inside already.

We can see Reuben through the window sitting on the sofa and watching television.  But where's the dog?  WHERE is the DOG??  This is unbearable - the story ends on a cliffhanger and the suspense is killing me!  I hope our novelist writes the sequel soon.

THE END.