The sun shone brightly through Timmy’s window. It was the only window in the whole house, and his parents agreed that he could sleep by it.
Timmy sat up and shook the sleepiness out of his head. Then he jumped out of bed and ran to his parents.

“Mom! Dad! Wake up! The day has started!”

Timmy watched his parents get out of bed. “Timmy, do you think you can get breakfast yourself?” his father asked.

“Sure!” Timmy ran to the window and stepped out onto a thin pole. Then he climbed down a thicker pole until his feet touched the ground.

The ground was somewhat damp, and Timmy smelled the grass all around him. He tried very hard not to step on any of the grass blades as he made his way to the enormous house. A large gust of wind came up behind him, knocking him in the dirt. He stood up, tried to fix the blade he fell on, and brushed the dirt off himself. He was in such a good mood though, this fall neither annoyed him nor deterred him from his goal.

“Come here, Poochie!” a booming voice said, echoing through Timmy’s ears. He also heard the little dachshund run to the voice, ready for food no doubt. Time to get some breakfast. Timmy climbed up on the cement of the woman’s driveway, and struggled up the steps to her porch.

There, he saw Poochie waiting for his owner to feed him breakfast.

“Are you hungry, Poochie?” Timmy had to cover his ears because the voice was so loud. “Well, I made you some bacon today!”

Timmy’s heart jumped into an excited beat. It had been a long time since they had eaten bacon. But it was difficult for him to get away with such a large piece of food. The dog could run fast, he knew from experience, and his parents wouldn’t want him to take the risk. But he wanted that bacon.

Timmy waited until the woman went in the house, then walked up behind the dog. Since it’s face was buried in the bowl of bacon, it couldn’t smell Timmy.

He crept around the dog and heard it issue a warning growl. Timmy had a piece in sight; all he had to do was grab it and run. He made his move and grabbed the piece.

As quickly as he could, Timmy turned and jumped through the rails on the porch. He heard the dog barking and running after him. He ran as fast as his legs would go and climbed up a chair the owner had in the yard. The dog tried to follow but the woman came out of the house and scolded him.

“Bad dog! Get back here and eat your breakfast!” With his tail between his legs, the dog ran back to the porch and hung his head. The owner went back inside and Timmy started home. On his way there he heard a car pull up in the driveway and a man stepped out. The woman ran out of the house to greet him.

“Hello,” she said, as he swept her up in his arms.

“Hi,” he answered. “Are you ready to take down that ugly birdhouse?”

“You bet!”

Timmy dropped the bacon he had been carrying and ran in the backyard. He climbed up the pole and into the window.

“Mom!” Dad! They’re going to cut down our house!”

His parents glanced at each other and then went to comfort their son. “We knew. That’s why we packed everything. We’d better leave now.”

They had sent him to get breakfast so they could pack. They climbed down the pole to move to another house. He looked sadly back at the birdhouse before following his parents.

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