going.
They were running through the gate, into Phoenix Park. Their parents would have gone mad if theyâd seen Raymond and Gloria going into the park in the middle of the night. Theyâd have been grounded for weeks, or for months, forever. And again Gloria wondered.
âWhy is the Dog letting us chase him?â
No one answered.
They kept running, up a steep path. It was darker now because there were trees on both sides of them, blocking the moon, and they were running away from the streetlights.
Raymond hated it. He hated the fact that he was running straight into darkness, with even more darkness behind it, miles of darknessâPhoenix Park was one of the biggest parks in Europe. He was running away from the lights and traffic sounds and the other sounds of the city. He didnât want to shout âBrilliant.â He didnât want to be the first to do it.He was one of the oldest kids there. Heâd had a quick look around and nearly all of the others looked smaller than him. He didnât want them to know he was afraid of the dark. Theyâd laugh at him, and run past him, leave him alone at the edge of the darkness. He couldnât let them know. But he knew why he was there. He recited it quietly as he breathed in and out. âUncle Ben . . . Uncle Ben . . . Uncle Ben.â He ran into the dark.
They had to be careful because the ground was rough and it was hard to see it clearly.
âWhy are you chasing the Black Dog?â Gloria asked the girl who was running beside her.
âMy mam,â said the girl.
âOh,â said Gloria. âIs she depressed?â
âYeah,â said the girl. âSheâs down in the dumps, like. My auntie said something about getting the Black Dog off her back. And then I seen him.â
âMe too,â said a boy. âMy da stays in bed all day since his job got shut down.â
The boy was panting. They were still running along the path, up a hill.
âThe Black Dog blocks the bedroom door,â said the boy.
âHave you seen him?â Gloria asked.
âMy da?â
âThe Black Dog.â
âNo,â said the boy. âBut my da has.â
âIâm Gloria, by the way,â said Gloria.
âPaddy,â said the boy.
âIâm Suzie,â said the girl.
They kept puffing up the hill.
âWhereâs the Dog now, but?â Gloria asked.
There was still no sign of him. They couldnât hear him, either. All they could hear was the wind in the trees and their own breath.
They all stopped running. They listened.
Then they felt it again, the rush of cold wind. It went right past them, up close. Then it came back, on the other side. It pushed themâit seemed toâoff the path, onto the high grass.
Then they could see it, the darker shape in the darkness, going into the trees. They heard paws going through the grassâand panting. The panting that only dogs make. And they could see the Dog. He barkedâhe yappedâjust before hedisappeared into the extra darkness of the trees. He barked like a normal dog, like a dog that liked to play and loved being chased.
âCome on!â Raymond shouted.
They started to run at the trees. Then they heard a voice.
âBe careful!â
âOh my God! Who said that?â
âNone of us,â said Raymond. âIt was an old manâs voice. Come on!â
He noticed the owl as it flew over their heads. Heâd never seen one before, except on TV. But he didnât stop to look. He kept running. He made sure he was at the front.
The owl landed on a branch high above the children. He settled beside another owl.
âThey wouldnât listen to me,â he said.
âThatâs young people for you,â said the other owl. âYou were like that yourself once.â
âAh, lay off,â said the first owl.
âAnyway,â said the second owl. âThey have to work this out for