Mama and Thembsie go shopping.
‘Mama, that dog looks like a sausage.
A sausage with legs and a head.’
‘And a tail!’
‘Mama, can we have that sausage dog?’
‘No, sorry Thembsie. We can’t have a dog.’
Mama and Thembsie go home.
‘Mama, those balloons look like sausages.
‘Can I play with them?’
‘Yes Thembsie!’
Thembsie twists and shapes the balloons this way.
And Thembsie twists and shapes the balloons that way.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
‘Papa, can you make this balloon into a sausage dog?’
‘Yes, Thembsie.’
Papa and Thembsie go inside.
Papa twists and shapes the
balloon this way.
And Papa twists and shapes the
balloon that way.
Head! Legs! Tail!
Thembsie and her sausage dog
go for a walk. HOP!
BOP!
BOUNCE!
‘Thembsie, dinner time!’ calls Mama.
‘Mama, Papa, this is my sausage dog.
Can he have some dinner?’
‘Yes, Thembsie!’
The Sausage Dog
