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Tim, the hero | LEVEL 11


It is was a sunny Monday morning. Tim and his friends were walking to school as they always did. They also played,  they told each other jokes. They had fun and they laughed a lot.

On the way to school, there used to be a house with a big garden.  They walked past this house gate every day.

One day, while they were walking, Tim stopped suddenly. He had heard a terrifying growl behind him.

He turned pale. He was as white as Count Dracula. He turned around very slowly. To his biggest surprise, he saw a huge and terrifying dog. The dog was slobbering and looked at tim in the eyes. He and his friends started running without looking back. They ran for their lives. They ran desperately. 

On the next street corner Tim's friends stopped. Tim didn't. He kept on running until he arrived at school. His friends couldn't stop laughing. "Tim might have peed down his trousers." One of them said. 

At school everybody heard about the story. Everybody started laughing too. Tim became a joke.  Poor Tim.

On the next day, Tim's dad followed him to school. He needed to go to the bank. The bank was next to the school.

On the way to school, Tim was taking the detour he was now used to. His father stopped him. He said he was in a hurry and there was no time to go trough another street. Tim's daddy didn't know the story.  He did't know why Tim didn't want to take that street. Suddenly, his father got the fright of his life.

While they were going past the house the dog turned up at the gate. The dog growled and shook the gate, making all of that noise sound like the world was falling apart. At the same time the owner of the dog popped up. He turned up out of the blue. 

"Sorry, I hope my dog didn't scare you." He then threw the dog a biscuit and the dog looked as sweet as a rabbit. "He is just a hungry dog, that's all! Give him a treat and you can even pat him on the head." Tim tried it and it was true. The dog was as sweet as a puppy with the treat. Tim's dad said goodbye and rushed to the bank.
  
Going to school with his dad was worthwhile to Tim. Now he knew a trick. Now he has a plan. 

On the next Tim and his friends were going to school. But, instead of taking the detour, Tim made sure to go past the dog's gate. Tim's friends kept looking from a certain distance. They couldn't believe their eyes. They didn't understand why Tim was going past the gate. Suddenly, they saw Tim in front of the house gate. Tim stopped in front of the gate. "What is going with tim?" His friends said to each other. It was unbelievable, Tim was face to face with the dog. Tim was not only face to face with the dog, he was also patting the dog on the head. His friends didn't know about the biscuit trick. They were impressed with Tim's bravery. 

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