She was stamping along the pavement, her legs wide apart, her hobnailed boots crunching over the concrete. Cranky Hazel ALWAYS walked like that. She never walked normally, and CERTAINLY never in a dainty way. She’d rather eat her own boots that do that. ‘I’m coming,’ Brainbox said, sauntering along behind her, tail held high. ‘Shall we take the short cut through the park?’ ‘Yeah alright,’ Cranky Hazel growled, swinging left through the two high park gates. She stamped off down the path that led round the duck pond and over the bridge, Brainbox padding along behind her all the time. ‘Ooh look at that,’ Cranky Hazel pointed to a lush, green blanket of grass laid out in front of her. A low, white fence ran all the way around it. She stared at the bouncy moss and the beautiful flowers poking up here and there all over the grass. Cranky Hazel loved running across grass and she loved smelling beautiful flowers, they were two of her most favourite things to do EVER. ‘That looks MUCH more fun to walk on than this stony path.
