Bill, Bingo and Bram 9
"I think I know why the cats don't go in his yard. I might even know what happened when Bingo went to bite Bill."
I propped myself up on my
"Go on then, what is it?" I asked, and couldn't resist adding, "Summat strange and eerie, summat as will trouble my sleep?"
"Oh forget it, I knew you'd just start making fun ..."
"I'm sorry," I put in, quickly, knowing that I may have just deprived myself of at least an amusing diversion. Ross could take half an hour to win round from a refusal to spill the beans in cases like this.
"Just don't ..." he replied.
After some persuading, Ross, who in fact wanted to get a second opinion on what he had seen, told me of the strange patch on Bill Smith's yard.
"I was round Bill's after school, before Mum got in. It was raining, and Bill didn't mind me waiting there," Ross told me.
"When I went into his yard, I saw this ... sort of shape on the ground, about two feet from Bill's back door. "
"Shape? What sort? Flying saucer shape? Ghost shape?"
Once again, I was pushing it, and I knew it, but Ross was particularly
Ross pressed on, he was in his stride now, and wasn't going to be distracted by my poor attempts at humour.
"His yard was all wet, all the
I thought his story
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