Treasure Map
Closing the dishwasher door with a clunk, Theresa hit the start button. She muttered under her breath. 'Well that's one job out of the way at least. Just a million more.' Sighing, her eyes peered around the kitchen, looking for what to do next. 'Bugger,' she cursed and sighed again. She hadn't spotted the two dirty mugs in the corner. 'They'd have to go in next time round'. Deciding to do the vacuuming next, she made a beeline for the cupboard. Progress was thwarted however by a dog bed in the way. Hemara, her pooch, a French Bulldog, had dragged it in from the lounge and was laying sound asleep. 'Hems, will you please stop doing that. You can't sleep there!' Hemara barely stirred at the mention of her name. She didn't open her eyes, just wrapped her paws tighter around the gnarly, part chewed stick she shared her bed with. 'And where did you get that from? You've enough toys already. We can't have you bringing sticks...
