Nugget. Aimee Harper

call her!”

      Nugget panted and wriggled as Amber and Bella kissed her and stroked her silky golden ears. Her shoulders and ribs felt bony, making Bella wonder when she’d last eaten. It was funny that her tummy was so fat.

      “She’s probably got a name already,” Suzi warned, washing away the mud around the rim of the bath. “It’s been quite a day for her, but tomorrow I must take her to the vet so that they can check if she has a microchip. Then we’ll know if she belongs to anyone. We’ll also need to alert the police, or put up posters. Someone might be missing her.”

      “We’ll do posters,” Bella said. “Can we borrow your computer and printer, Mum? And your camera?”

      Suzi fetched her digital camera out of the drawer beneath the till and handed it to Bella. Bella snapped a picture of Nugget.

      “We’ll make you a brilliant poster, Nugget,” she promised, lowering the camera. “Come on, Amber. We’ll do it upstairs!”