He dropped the puppy and a big stone into the sack.

“You promised you’d look after him. I’m off to the canal.”

Sarah wailed and pleaded, but he was gone.

He parked two streets away and opened the bag.

“Sorry pup, she has to learn. Now, off you go.”

The puppy bit him and ran.

No-one believed his story. He was jailed for animal cruelty once the Tetanus had healed. Sarah never forgave him. At fifteen she left home, got pregnant and developed a chronic alcohol problem.

And the puppy? He bought some boots, went to London and became mayor.