The Charity Shop is home to Biscuit and his friends. ‘Odd’ things happen here all the time but mostly they go unnoticed. The shop is very special indeed; it rests in a slumber that events are about to change. A simple storm could be all it takes to change their peaceful lives forever.
Biscuit had his face pressed against the shop window looking out. The rain battered down on the road outside with a steady hiss. The shop was empty of people and the day was beginning to drag. A sudden gust of wind turned the driving rain into the window with a rapid rat-tat-tat on the glass. Biscuit continued to stare through the distorted rain swept window. A sudden flash of lightning lit up the shop, and for a split second, everything was white. A rumbling thunder swiftly followed and the little shop shook like a mouse on a giant's table.
Above the shop door, of the Charity Shop, is a small coloured window. The window is very old and dark, except on sunny days and moonlit nights. The window is made of stained glass and if you look closely shows a strange scene of teddy bears in a wood with some other objects that are not alltogether clear. Where the glass came from is a mystery but it has a secret. The glass is very old, much older than the panel, and has been used over and over again.
As the lightning flashed the colours of the little window lit up the shop with a very special light.
Biscuit moved away from the window and blinked at the strange light. The other toys in the shop did the same. Sherbet, the shop dog, lifted his head from his warm blanket, twitched his nose at the ionised air and slumped back to the warmth of his blanket.
An almighty crash shook the glass in the shop window as a torent of rainwater gushed from the ceiling. The calm quiet shop was about to become a hive of activity any second. to be continued
Biscuit was having a quiet day...
Meet Sherbet the Charity Shop dog.
He’s cute, so cute he gets away with far too much. Sherbet, the Charity Shop dog, is loved by everyone who meets him. He is friendly, playful and always there to greet people as they enter the shop. But he’s a dog, and dogs do things they like to do, whether anyone else likes it or not?
Sherbet likes to chase flies around the shop. In the summer this can go on for hours, leaping at windows curtains or anything really. Once he catches one he holds it in his mouth for ages; you can hear him buzzing as he walks about. Why he does it, know-one knows as he always spits them out? Off they fly and the whole thing starts again.
This is a dog that likes to eat. And when Floyd is busy trying out a new recipe (or even an old one) Sherbet is always close at hand.
The garden is his special place, where things are buried.
Sherbut is the soppiest dog you will ever meet and probably the worst guard dog in the world, he would even run away from his own shadow. Comfortable Place wouldn’t be the same without him and after all he is the Charity Shop's longest resident.
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What shall I bury today?" Thought Sherbet in one of those rather bored moments of a very quiet day.
