Story Maps Reading- Pass it on by David Hill

Story maps
Pass it on
By David Hill

At number 7 Ridge street, Baldy the Beagle lay on the front porch, in the sun. Suddenly his eyes blinked open. He’d heard something. What? Where? Who? Baldy lifted his head. There it was again – a noise down on the footpath.
Miaoww! Miaoww! A tiny grey cat was trying to duck down the street.
Baldy the Beagle

“Woof! Woof!” barked Baldy. “A tiny grey cat is trying to duck down the street. Pass it on! Woof! Woof!”
Along the road at Number 9 Ridge street, Raja the Rottweiler heard Baldy barking. Raja leaped up in her kennel. THWACK! She hit her head on the kennel doorway. “Aarrff! Aarrff!” bellowed Raja. “A message from Baldy. A TINY GREY RAT IS TRYING TO DUCK DOWN THE STREET. Pass it on! Aarrff! Aarrff!”
Raja the Rottweiler

Garbage Guts the Mongrel
Garbage Guts the Mongrel heard Raja bellowing. Garbage Guts jumped out of the rubbish bin he was searching through. KRANGGG! He knocked the rubbish bin over. “Rruff! Rruff!” yelled Garbage Guts. “A message Raja. A MIGHTY GREY RAT IS TRYING TO DUCK DOWN THE STREET. Pass it on! Rruff! Rruff!”

Buttercup the
Bulldog
Still further along the road at Number 13, Buttercup the Bulldog heard Garbage Guts yelling. She jerked up and fell off her chair. SPLASH! She landed in her water bowl. “Grrr! Grrr!” grunted Buttercup. “A message from Garbage Guts. A MIGHTY GREAT RAT IS TRYING TO DUCK DOWN THE STREET. Pass it on! Grrr! Grrr!”

Fang the
Poodle
Across the road at number 12 Ridge street, Fang the poodle heard Buttercup grunting. Fang sprung up from the carpe. CLACK! He knocked his owners morning cup of tea onto the cushions. “Yip! Yip!” yapped Fang. “A message from Buttercup.A MIGHTY GREAT RAT IS DRIVING A DUCK DOWN THE STREET. Pass it on! Yip! Yip!”

“Woof! Woof!” barked Baldy, “A message from Duchess. A mighty great rat is driving a truck down to eat! Oh no, he’s going to eat us! Hide, everyone. Pass it on! Hide!”
WHIZZ! Baldy the Beagle rushed away and hid under the porch at number 7.
ZIPP! Raja the Rottweiler bounded away and hid inside the garage at number 9.
WHOOSH! Garbage Guts the Mongrel raced away and hid behind the trash can at number 11.
SPLOSSH! Buttercup the Bulldog hurtled away and tried to hide inside her water bowl at number 13.
FLASHH! Fang the Poodle scampered away and hid under the cushions at number 12.

Everything was quiet and still again on Ridge Street. The dogs didn’t move. Nothing else moved. At last, Baldy the Beagle poked his head out from under the porch of number 7. He looked around. He couldn’t hear anything. He couldn’t see anything. Baldy crawled carefully out and lay down on the front porch again. He sighed a deep sigh. Suddenly he his eyes blinked open once more. There it was, down on the footpath.
A tiny grey cat was trying to duck BACK UP the street.

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