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Biscuit Barrel
Biscuit is a sad little chihuahua who lives in a concrete coal bunker. His owners won't allow a dog in their house which is why when Biscuit was no longer a puppy they gave him some blankets and told him to get into the coal bunker where he has lived ever since. In fact he's been living there for the last five years. Sometimes his owners do open the coal bunker door to let him have a few minutes out in the garden, but this doesn't happen often, so poor little Biscuit spends most of his days in complete darkness, shivering inside the coal bunker. Now Biscuit is actually a very brave little fellow, and he's been planning his escape for a long time. Our story begins when Mary, Biscuit's owner comes to bring him his dinner......


Dig for Freedom
All through the night Biscuit had lain awake considering how he could possibly escape from his terrible life. He cried so often that there were brown marks down his face from the dried tears that stuck there. By three a.m. he thought he had a plan that might just work. " I need all the strength I can muster", he told himself, " So sleep is my next important thing to do". With that thought in mind he curled himself into a ball and wrapped his blanket right over his head, bunching it against the corner of the wall to make a pillow, then he fell asleep. Occasionally he'd make small squeaks in his sleep, especially when he rolled over, or sometimes his legs would jerk. Perhaps his doggy dreams were about him running away from his unhappy home.

Soon it was morning and Biscuit woke up full of confidence in his plan to escape. He paced the floor, back and forth, back and forth, until finally he heard Mary opening his sliding door. Her arm appeared as she slid a plate of dog biscuits in through the opening. This was Biscuit's cue, his planned moment. He squeezed past Mary's arm, so quickly that she didn't have time to grab him, then he pelted as fast as he could for the hole in the garden fence which he'd been digging for the past four months. It was hidden by some leaves that Biscuit had used to camouflage it. Brave little Biscuit shot like lightning across the garden, until his front legs were scrabbling the earth in the hole to get himself through faster. He had to breathe in as he squeezed himself through the hole because his digging had not been quite as good as he had though, but he made it! His head appeared on the other side of the hole, then his body, and at kast his back legs were through. He shook himself, leaving dust and grime flying everywhere, then knowing that he had no time to waste, he ran like the wind down the road, past an old oak tree where he would love to have stopped for a sniff, and on out into the open countryside where he saw a lush green field. He headed for the field, thinking it would make a good place to take a rest, slid under the gate, and finally panting for breath, his lttle body shaking from so much exercise, he flopped down on the grass.

Chihuahua's are very small so it was easy for Biscuit to hide himself in the tall grass, make a cosy nest there, and lie down for a rest. In a few moments he was fast asleep. The sun shone brightly on the little fellow, keeping him nice and warm, and with his snoring so loud that he didn't hear a thing, until he was awoken by someone whispering in his ear. " Helloooo in there", said a squeaky voice. Biscuit opened his eyes to see a grey field mouse looking at him.