It was the start of the Easter holidays away from school, Finley Mergrofison, aged 13 could run and play with his five month old puppy Toby and next door neighbour Jess Scorne in the fields behind Fins families farm. Running in the fields, Fin was shouted by his mother to come back to the farm and dig out his potato patch he was in charge of. Fin said goodbye to Jess and Toby ran after him as he sprinted over to the stile and watched him leap over it and Toby copied him over the stile. Fin dug out the old last potatoes from last harvest and placed new ones. As Fin was placing the potatoes, Toby was bouncing in the barn and rolling in the hay. The potato patch was dry and stony and Fin was feeling tried, but he completed it in the end and slowly walked into the house.
Fin battered off the soot off Toby, which he gather in his fur in the field. Then he slipped off his jacket and took off his wellingtons. He hung up his jacket and put his wellingtons in the cupboard. He walked into the kitchen, opened a box of dog treats, he threw one in the air and Toby jumped up and caught it. He walked into the lounge with the dog treats, put them down on the wooden coffee table, and sat next to his father who was watching football on the television. Fin sat on the leather arm chair, Toby jumps up and lays his head on Fins dusty knees.
His father told him to go upstairs and prepare for bed, because he was going to the market tomorrow. So Fin went upstairs to get ready for bed: put on his pyjamas, brushed his teeth and went back into the bedroom and got into his bed. Toby jumped on the bed and lay down to sleep next to Fin.
The next day, Fin woke early so that he could go to market, he straightened his quilt and ran downstairs for breakfast. Toby ran aside him.