“Mister
what?” Tom asks. “Is that a song?”
“No,”
Robert replies excitedly, “Mister Banjo, he was my dog.”
“Oh,
that's good. Tell me about Mister Banjo and that bank.”
“I'm
chasing after him. He's got a ball that he's supposed to give back
so I can throw it again but he doesn't know the rules yet. I think
he's just a puppy still.”
“That's
good. Tell me more about Mister Banjo.”
“He was a
birthday present.” Robert chuckles. “I wanted a bike, but Mum
and Dad got me a puppy. They told me later there's nothing like a
dog for teaching responsibility. They were worried I'd be
disappointed but I loved him from the moment I saw him.”
