Freddy walked to the walled garden and stared. He could smell over the walls and oh, how good it smelt." PIZZA!" He cried." My favourite food!" It was 10:30pm and he knew he should be asleep. But he had no home, no mum, no dad. So every night Freddy would walk up to the garden, lift his nose high, and smell. Oh the wonders that he smelt. Mostly it was something like turkey or chicken, but he didn't mind. He sat down and slept, and in the morning, wonders await him and you...
