I hate people who trash books. You know the ones who dog-ear pages and spill coffee etc. My books are my treasures and a new unread book is even more precious. Imagine my distress when I find that Henry has slimed,slobbered and chewed my brand new copy of "Skins" by Sarah Hay.
Now Henry has a penchant for chicken legs, you know, the squeaky plastic ones you can buy for 90 cents from The Warehouse and often brings them onto my bed, to chew while I am reading. For about ten minutes I could hear him making slobber and gnaw noises and took no notice until he thrust his rather large nose in my face with pieces of paper attached. To my horror I saw the above mentioned book gnawed into pieces the bits that still had text were slimed into a soggy papiemache. Henry on the other hand, seemed very confused by the bellow that issued forth, as he had been quite proud of his efforts. Needless to say he is in the dog house literally.