“oh I’m sure we’ll find bacon somewhere” said his mother stapling up another missing sign. James was sat with his head in his hands, clearly thinking.” Unless” said James to himself. He looked over at mansion “maybe, just maybe.” Said james to himself his mother looked across at him “what is it james?” asked his mother. “I don’t know?” James had to lie to his mother she wouldn’t approve of breaking into the mansion to see if the man who lived there had dognapped bacon. He would do it tonight. He would break into the mansion and take a poke around to see if bacon were there.

Later on, that evening james went to bed early to try and get some rest before the night’s adventures, he did this only to discover an hours’ worth of dreams about locked doors and dogs in pain. He woke up. James heard his mother clamber into bed. Though just to be on the safe side james gave his mother one hour before scuttling out of bed and pulling some baggy jeans and a loose top. Then he tips toed down the stairs and across the hallway and into the utility. Hear james shut the door and flicked the light switch on which stuttered into life. James pulled open a draw and dug up an old head torch, that thankfully still worked, and a crowbar, in case of any locked doors. He opened the back door and crept out into the pitch darkness of the bitter night. James crept over the road and swam across the canal, cautious to keep the head torch out of the water. It was dangerous out here. When james finally finished swimming across the canal, he clambered onto the riverbank and took a deep breath. He had completed task one- cross the river. But no time to celebrate it was now time for task two- get into the mansion. After walking around the building three or four times james had taken to notice that the only way or out was the front door. James smashed the crowbar against the chain holding the doors together, the chain held. Then james tried smashing the crowbar against the doors. As it turned out, the doors were made of iorn so as the two metals clashed against each other they released a sound that rung around in James’s head like cymbals. However, there was no time to linger on other ways in. he could hear shuffling footsteps coming from behind the great double doors. james slipped into the shadow of an old fern tree. He looked up in frustration. Great he had made a racket and now Mr. dodgy will be on alert. Then james did a double take one of the branches of the fern suck out right into an open window! He began to climb. It was hard work, and the branch was much higher up than it had looked from on the floor. James, however, was determined. He would not give in.

Finally, james was on the windowsill he slipped into the darkness of he room inside. he could make out the blurred outline of highly stacked boxes up against the walls. He pulled the headtorch out of his pocket and strapped it over his head. Then he double clicked the button on the top of the headtorch- full beam.

## Part 3.

James was shocked. The things he had presumed boxes were crates and in those crates dogs, cats, gunie pigs and in the bigger ones, horses. All these poor animals were stick thin and in a bad condition. James had to help them. Whether bacon was here or not james didn’t know. He began to unlock the crates and containers. He found three horses two goats twenty three dogs and eleven cats. No sign of bacon. He went over to the door and turned the door nob. The door creaked open. James tip toed into the hallway and beckoned the animals after him. They followed. James entered the neighbouring room. To find even more crates and containers he