Revised story

Mutt vs. the Dogcatcher

London, England is home to a lot of stray dogs. Not one of those stray dogs is a King Charles Spaniel, because King Charles made those dogs like royalty.since he did that, lots more dogs have been kicked out of homes to make room for the King Charles Spaniel. The dogcatcher rules the streets with an iron net. He’s caught most of the dogs except for a few elderly dogs, little puppies, about two middle-aged dogs, and Mutt. The dogcatcher now considers Mutt his worst enemy.
Mutt is about two years old, and is very cute. His coat is scraggly and scruffy and one ear is straight and the other is floppy. His fur is gray, with a few black hairs. His eyes are very intriguing; they seem to see inside of you. The color of his eyes is amber. He has a waggly tail, just like in the song, “How Much Is That Doggie In The Window?”
One of Mutt’s habits is to tease the dogcatcher whenever he tries to catch him. Mutt also loves to chase cats, bark at cats, and tease them. One of the best and most fun ways to get meat is to steal it from the butcher. When he returns to the alley he calls home, he wishes he had a family to play with.
Mutt is very daring; sneaky, cocky, brave, and risky, and he loves to take on any challenge. Mutt is very lovable and loving. He is also very funny and playful. His favorite pastime is trying to teach Scamp, a puppy, how to find food.
The dogcatcher is a very mean and cruel man. He’s always yelling, sneering or cursing. The dogcatcher is also very dumb. Whenever anybody important says something, he scratches his head, looks confused, and says “Duuuuhhhhh.” He’s also always ready for a call. Since most of the dogs have already been caught, most of the calls are about Mutt. The dogcatcher hates dogs, and loves cats.
The dogcatcher has a tomcat named Tom. The dogcatcher and Tom hate dogs and abuse them. Tom and Mutt are mortal enemies too. Mutt recites poems to Tom, and he gets really mad. The dogcatcher has blond spiky hair that sticks out from the hat he’s always wearing.


One day…
Scamp and Mutt were walking along, and Mutt said, “Scamp, I’ve brought you along today to teach you how to get the best meat possible. We’re going to the butcher’s!”
“Really? Yay!! This’ll be so much fun, Uncle Mutt!”
The butcher’s was in sight when Mutt cautioned Scamp. “Shhh We have to be very quiet. Otherwise the butcher might call the dogcatcher and we won’t get any food tonight.”

When the butcher came out of his shop, both dogs started to crawl on their bellies. They were within a foot of the back door of the shop, when Scamp sneezed.
“Who’s out there? Come on out! Show yerselves! I mean it ye yellow-bellied cowards! If yer a dog, then scram! Beat it! And if yer Mutt, then I’m calling the dogcatcher!”
“Uh-oh. Uncle Mutt, what do we do? I’ve never seen the dogcatcher and I really don’t want to. I’m scared,” whimpered Scamp.
“It’ll be okay. We’ll leave now,” sighed Mutt.

“Weeeoooweeeoooweeeooo!” Went the dogcatcher’s siren.
“Finally! Yer here. They went that way! Catch them!” screamed the enraged butcher.
“I’m on it!” chuckled the dogcatcher evilly.


The dogs ran until they came to a brick wall.
“Scamp, I think you better go home.”
“Why? I want to stay with you.”
“Because. The dogcatcher is looking for you now. If he catches you, it won’t be good.”
“Fine. I’ll leave.”
“Be careful.”
“I know.”
Later on…
Piercing barks split the air! It’s a cry for help.
Those barks sound a lot like Scamp’s, Mutt realizes. Also, the sirens for the dogcatcher have stopped. Strange, Mutt thinks. Maybe I should go check it out.”

A ways away something bad had happened.
. The dogcatcher has caught Scamp and is going to use him as bait for a trap to catch Mutt!
When Mutt reaches the dogcatcher, he growls, “Let Scamp go!”
“No way, stupid dog! I’m using him as bait to trap you! Hahahahaha!”
“Ohhh. You want to trap me. Silly me. I figured you would want to have tea with me.” Mutt says sarcastically.
“Yup. Do you want cake, or ice cream, or both?"
Rolling his eyes Mutt says, “No! We’re supposed to fight for Scamp’s freedom! I was being sarcastic with the remark about tea! Geez!”
“Okey-dokey then. Let’s fight!”
“Grrrraaaarrr!!!” Growled Mutt, baring his teeth and backing the dogcatcher against a brick wall.
“Aaaaiiiieeeee!!!!!!” the dogcatcher screamed like a baby. Thump! The dogcatcher fainted!
“Ruff! Ruff! Yay! Mutt!!” cheered Scamp.
“Meow! Hiss. Groooowl! Rowww!” Howled the enraged Tom, who had seen the dogcatcher go down.
“Yipe! Save me, Mutt!” cried Scamp.
“Back away, you stupid cat!” Growled Mutt threateningly.
“Never! I will kick your butt, you dumb dog! Then I will take this darn pup here and lock him away!”
“Oh yeah? I’ll recite my own poem for you first!” challenged Scamp, knowing that Tom hated his poems. “Here it goes! Roses are red, Violets are blue, Am I sure glad I don’t look or smell like you!”
“Yowl! I hate you, you stupid puppy! Yowl!!!!!” Cried Tom as he ran to his master.





Wooowooowooowooo! That’s the police. The dogcatcher was actually Morris Bunt, the escaped criminal! The most wanted criminal in all of London!
“Great job dogs! We’ve been looking for Morris for a long time. Hey chief!” called Officer Marie.
“Yeah?” Chief answered.
“I think these dogs need a home!” she said.
“Okay, take ‘em!” he said.
“All right! You guys will like my home. There’s a big yard…”
The dogcatcher sneered, “I’ll get you Mutt if it’s the last thing I d-“
“Be quiet! Get in the car! And take your cat with you!” yelled the chief.


So the dogcatcher a.k.a. Morris Bunt finally got caught and taken back to Dartmoor prison with Tom, and Mutt and Scamp finally got a home. Mutt and Scamp lived happily ever after with Officer Marie.
THE END