White Horses

The old Dalmatian couldn’t believe his eyes and ears. When the strange convoy rattled though town at the crack of dawn, he barked so furiously that he almost popped his spots. There were cars and station wagons towing caravans and lorries with Deans’ Travelling Carnival painted on the sides  loaded with machinery.
The parade was led by a fire engine red Customline with gleaming chrome fins and the top down. It was  driven by a red-faced man with a mane of white hair and... a ten-gallon hat!

The dog was so astonished he forgot his road sense and was almost skittled by a clanking truck carrying an old man, a girl and a teenage boy. They were singing at the top of their voices. When the Dalmatian tried to sing along, they pointed at him and laughed.

Alfie whined.... (download story)