Tuesday 3rd May 1938

The black mongrel sealed his death warrant by killing a baby chicken today. Being therefore useless at Roedean he was given to a neighbour, who set off homewards on his bicycle, with the dog. Happy ending in a kind home, away from tempting chickens?

No. The black mongrel jumped out of his basket; the cyclist fell over on top of him.
Trembling, with a broken leg, the black mongrel was sent to the nearest vet for destruction. “He just wasn’t meant to live,” said Mrs Butler sadly.