I had lunch at a village pub. After that I looked for my bag. I had left it on a chair. Th

e chair was beside the door. Now it wasn’t there! I looked for it. The landlord came in. He asked ’Did you have a good meal？". I answered ’Yes, thank you. I can’t pay the bill. I haven’t got my bag.’ The landlord smiled. He immediately went out. In a few minutes he returned. He had my bag in his hand. He gave it back to me. He said ’I’m very sorry. My dog had taken in into the garden. He often does this!’