Before I actually went to the watchdogs house, I needed directions. Without them I would be wandering in the busy streets of London forever. Looking around, I asked people if they had any idea where the watchdog lived, as in a specific address. Not a single person knew anything about the whereabouts of the boy, other than he lived in London. Well that is extremely helpful but one problem. I am in London, so that bit of information was completely useless. What I needed was a noble or a rich person because if anyone knew about the watchdog, they would. The snobby rich people would always be around, showing off how "wonderful" they were, and how much wealth they had. However, it seemed as if they all had dissapeared today. Desperate as I was, I went to every corner or London I knew, looking for someone that could help me. Finally, after a long journey, I found an old rich man eating a cupcake near my favorite bakery.
I wanted to approach him, but I wasn't too sure how to. Should I be casual? No, that would make me look stupid. Should I be formal? No, it would make look too arrogant. I should combine them both, but be a weak. I would have to kiss up to him. I walked up to the old man and said, "Hello!" in a cheery voice. The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Get lost, scumbag." Well, rude much? I sighed and decided to go with being a kiss up. "Oh sir! Look at your fur coat. It is beautiful!" I said with a smile. The man was taken aback by my sudden compliment. "Why thank you. At least someone knows fashion when they see it." I nodded. "Sir, judging the way you dress, you must be a fashion icon! I definitely look up to you. In fact, I was on my way to tell a friend of mine. She lives quite near the watchdog. Do you know where he lives?"
The man grew suspicious. "Why is the watchdog involved in this?" I gulped. I should have mentioned the boy much sooner. "Um.. well.. you see.." I started. My brain went blank. What was I to say? I then came up with a sensible lie. "You see, maybe my friend could tell teh watchdog about your style and he could pass it on the Queen. The Queen would then tell everyone about your fashion," The man started at me for a second, not believing a word. Then, with a sudden chage of heart he said, "That's a smart idea!" He told me the path to get to the watchgod's mansion. However it was so far, I almost didn't want to go. "Thank you and bye!" I waved at the old man and started to run.
After a dreadful 20 minutes, I finally reached the mansion of the watchdog. I slowly approached the door and softly knocked on it.