Short story:

I went to the shop today for my Mum. It was Sunday morning and she needed some meat from the butchers. "Don't be long", she said. "I need to make the meat for lunch". I rushed down the street and soon got to Mr Brown's butchers shop. "Hello, son." said Mr Brown, kindly. "What's on the menu today?". "Sunday Roast". I replied. He weighed out a nice piece of beef which would be "just right for us" he said. "There you go!" he said, handing me a bag which contained the meat, "now run along, your Mum is waiting". I handed over the money and then set off. When I got back home Mum was upstairs, "did you get it?". "Yes, Mum, it's here". I ran upstairs to tell her. I came back down and looked round, no meat. It had gone! "oh no!" I thought. Where was it? I saw that I had left the door open! That cheeky dog from next door had come into the house and stolen it! What could I do? I ran out and saw a tail disappearing round the side of the house wall. I chased off after him. It was next door's dog! He had the bag in his mouth! I ran and ran and somehow I managed to get the dog cornered at the end of the street. He still had the bag! I grabbed it. He gave it me with a struggle. The meat was gone, he'd eaten it all up. I walked home slowly with the empty bag, wondering what I could say to Mum. I crept back in. Mother was singing in the kitchen and Dad was in the dining room. "Ready for lunch son?" said Dad. What could I say? The meat was gone. Then I smelled something cooking. It smelled good. It was the meat! "I think this will taste even better!" said Dad. "I've put the meat in the oven!" "Dad?" I said.. bewildered. "He looked so hungry, that dog from next door. I don't think they feed him much. He was looking at me through the window just then. So I felt sorry for him and went out and I gave him some scraps and he ran off" I looked at the bag in my hand. It said "Butler's Bakers" on it. The dog must have stolen some bread, and Dad must have left the door open!