up at him , showed its teeth and be

up at him , showed its teeth and began to growl" . It did not like
poor scared Billy at all.
"It's OK, Billy!" whispered Fletcher. "Throw your cookie
on the gro und!"
Immediately, Billy threw the half-eaten cookie onto the
grass. The dog ate it, but still seemed to be interested in Billy.
By now a crowd of students had gathered " and were
watching in excitement. Very slowly Fletcher bent down and
called softly to the dog.
"Here, boy!"
The dog turned and began to move toward Fletcher. For
a moment it looked like it was going to attack him, too.
"It's OK, boy, come here . .." said Fletcher gently.
Suddenly the dog dropped its ears, put its head down, and
walked over to Fletcher.
"Good boy!" said Fletcher, holding onto the dog. "Good
boy.I "
As soon as he knew he was safe, Billy jumped off the wall.
"Thanks, Fletcher;' he said quietly.
"It's OK;' replied Fletcher.
Fizza came over to join them.
"Right;' she said. "Let's start again, can we?"
The two boys laugh ed.
"Billy, th is is Fletcher. Fletcher, this is Billy;' she said.
"Hi, Fletcher;' said Billy, smiling.
"Hi, nice to meet you, Billy;' replied Fletcher.