One Sunday, Crompton and Caroline went to stay with Baskerville and Fang, a chocolate brown Labrador and a golden Labrador. It was difficult to tell which was which.
Caroline was making Sunday lunch, whilst they played happily in the garden.
Naughty Crompton climbed on the back of a Labrador and opened the gate. “Are you sure that is wise”, asked a little bird who was watching them? But Crompton didn’t listen. He was too excited about his adventure.
The three naughty dogs ran off through the play park, past the swings, the slide and the roundabout.
The three naughty dogs ran down Bunkers Hill Woods.
The three naughty dogs ran to Chadkirk.
The three naughty dogs had a lovely time playing at Chadkirk. They didn’t give a thought as to how they would find their way home though.
Suddenly, the three naughty dogs caught nose-sight of a smell. It was a lovely smell of roast beef, Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes, horseradish sauce which makes your nose twitch, carrots, peas, broccoli, Jersey new potatoes in butter and parsley and lovely gravy – to be finished off with rice pudding made with Jersey milk
And off they ran, up Bunkers Hill Woods, past the playpark with the swings and slide and roundabout and back home.
Caroline opened the door to them. “Sunday lunch is served boys”, she said.
She didn’t realise they had been on their great adventure, and unless she reads this book, she will never know about it.
But, just imagine children.
What if they couldn’t find their way home again?
What if the dog-catcher had found them?
Worse, what if they had missed their Sunday lunch?
© 2026 Sheila Oliver (story) David Kelsall (illustrations). All rights reserved.
