The Rescued Puppy Read Online Free PDF

whisper. “Just let me hold him! This walk was my idea, remember!”
    “No! It’s my turn!”
    Lucky whined again, but they weren’t listening. He backed away, the lead pulling out behind him, and his tail held close against his legs. He didn’t want to be near them when they shouted at each other. It frightened him. He’d go and find somewhere safe to hide until they’d stopped, he decided. He headed a little further down the path. His extending lead was quite long, so he could get a good distance away from the loud voices. The delicious smells in the undergrowth soon distracted him from the squabble he’d left behind, and he pottered aroundthe bushes, sure he could smell a rabbit somewhere near.
    There was no rabbit to be found, however there was a huge butterfly, a brown one that swooped temptingly right in front of his nose. He barked happily, and chased after it as it fluttered away. He’d never actually caught one before, but he was so close to this one, surely it couldn’t get away this time. He ran on, barking excitedly and snapping at the butterfly, sure that Georgia and Adam would be pleased if he finally caught one.
    Just then, Georgia grabbed at the lead, yanking it away from Adam. As she reached for the lead’s bulky plastic handle, she overbalanced and it slipped out of her hands. She divedafter it, and so did Adam – but it was too late. They watched the lead sliding away as Lucky raced after the butterfly.
    “Lucky!” Georgia yelled, scrabbling after the lead as it disappeared down the path. She could just see Lucky’s golden tail, wagging excitedly as he chased after something up ahead. Georgia set off to catch him – just as Lucky made one last desperate lunge after the butterfly, and tumbled over the side of the cliff, his lead bouncing uselessly behind him.

Chapter Six
    Lucky scrabbled and scrambled down the steep slope, trying frantically to stop himself by clawing at the reddish side of the cliff as he fell. Sharper rocks were sticking out of the sandy earth every so often, and he whimpered as one of his paws caught against a particularly large stone.
    At last, he landed on a tiny ledge,about five metres down the side of the cliff. He sat there cowering and shivering, holding up his bleeding paw and howling with fright. What had happened? All he had done was follow the butterfly! It had disappeared, and the path had gone with it. Where were Georgia and Adam? He wanted Georgia to look after his paw and stroke him, and get him out of this horrible place.
    “Lucky!” Georgia screamed, racing along the path to the spot where he’d disappeared, with Adam dashing after her. “Where is he?” She flung herself down at the edge of the cliff to peer over, and felt suddenly sick, her head swimming as she looked at the sea so far below. When they were on the beachthe cliffs had looked so pretty, pinkish-red with sandy streaks, but now they seemed menacing and sinister, and very, very tall. The sea was right in at the bottom now, foaming and rushing about in clouds of bubbles. Even though Lucky was a good swimmer, she didn’t see how he could have survived such a terrible fall.
    “Can you see him?” Adam asked, his voice quiet and miserable. Georgia shook her head. “No. He must be – under the water…” she said, her voice choked with tears.
    But then there was a pitiful wail from below, and Georgia gasped. “Adam, look! He’s there, he’s there!”
    She pointed to a tiny ledge below, where a clump of bushes and stragglybits of grass had somehow managed to find some soil to grow in. It was just above the tumble of rocks rising out of the sea at the base of the cliff. Sitting there, staring up at them mournfully, was Lucky.

    “Lucky, stay! We’ll come and get you – or – or something…” Georgia’s voice trailed away.
    “He’s all right. He’s actually OK…” Adam murmured, gripping tightly on to two handfuls of grass, and leaning as far as he possibly could without going