This tale was written based on the following prompts
Samuel’s fugitive glances were a dead giveaway, he was up to mischief, and Dora suppressed a sigh.
She’d known he was trouble when they brought him home, but now wasn’t the time to lament, and leaping the gate she hurried in his wake, surprised when he crossed the old wooden bridge which marked the edge of his territory.
Sitting down she scratched behind her ear, why had he come out here?
Oh no, the pond.
Breaking into a run she rounded the corner, only to skid to a stop, as Samuel, the Border Collie pup whined, spellbound by the swans.