What a heady smell of melted cheese and tomato! Outraged, the little dog realized he’d been dozing. A voice was calling out “Turbo, Turbo, what are you snapping at the air for? Is it a fly or a tic? I’ve finished the essay on Jupiter and Io. And there’s tomato and cheese pizza in the oven, to have after your dog food.”

“What’s that cheery Marina on about?  thought Turbo. “I’ve just been on a trip to Io and Jupiter. What’s the bet I could write the essay better than she can.

He pottered happily into the kitchen, wagging his stumpy little tail behind him, anticipating a good dinner.