I woke up as usual and opened the curtains and looked down on to the lawn to see how the cephalumpus was doing. ‘Oh God. He’s gone’! I yelped. ‘Who’s gone’? Keith sleepily murmured. ‘The Cephalumpus. Oh God, He’s gone. His dog house (Cephalumpus house) has gone too’. ‘What’? By this time my anger at … Continue reading He’s run away