Charlie in the trenches
One day I was sitting in my lovely cosy armchair with my master, eating taco shells. I yawned. “Oh, this programme is good” I thought, flicking on the big black thing, “Top Gear! Richard Hammond the Hamster driving fast cars!”
My master looked thoughtfully at the taco shell, and then he stared at me. I meowed at him to let me watch the Hamster and fast cars in peace. But then, suddenly, everything turned black. I landed in the middle of a messy and muddy field. There was the sound of shouting, whizzing and banging close to me. The Hamster driving fast cars was nowhere to be seen! “Where am I?” I thought.
Then I got pulled by the tail and dragged into a big, damp, dark pit. A smartly dressed man armed with a wooden tube, said “You, catch rats!”
I looked at him.
“Are you a German cat?” he asked. It was then that I realized he was a Nazi from those programmes I watch on the flashy black box. He had a strange cross on his uniform.
“You are useless!” he said, and threw me out of the trench into the mud.
Something black fell out of the sky and exploded leaving a big crater. It seemed really nearby. In the trench behind me the men started coughing and spluttering, crying, “gas, gas!”
I ran as fast as I could. I went past coughing people with crosses on them. I fled across the muddy field, past puddles and bits of broken down metal, until I found another row of trenches. Instead of people with crosses on them, these men wore green uniforms. Although they also had tubey things, they looked friendlier than the men in black. Some were eating bacon and others adding planks of wood on top of their shelter.
Suddenly I saw a huge wave of Nazi men running towards us. I made a dive for the nice people and hissed at the attackers. They started to back off, until one of them said “look, it is only a fluffy pusskin!” and they charged on, kicking me into the next trench. I felt sorry for the nice guys. That was when I saw the big green balls that went “tick tick” every time someone pulled the sharp thing out of them. I grabbed one in my mouth and ran towards the Nazis where they were gathered. I pulled the pin out of the ball and threw it at them, just like a hero on the flashy box. It blew up magnificently and they all started running out of their hole away towards their own trenches.
Close to my paws, I saw a piece of metal with the word “shell” on it. I picked it up, and everything turned yellow! I found myself back home. My master smiled at me, and I noticed that the Hamster was now presenting “Blast Lab”. Was it all a dream? The metal was still in my muddy paws.
“Well done”, said my master, pinning a medal onto my collar.
