On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me, rip up the charades, forget about the

telly, let's play scratch cards, coins are to stretching, everybody laughing, better not be cheating,

and the chance to win a pound or three. Add some play to Christmas With scratch cards from the National Lottery

Please gift responsibly rules and procedures apply

Players and gifters must be 18 or over

And they're just to win a pound or three These aren't the stories your mother told you.

No, these are the other stories.

Spare Room, written by Luke Condor, narrated by Josh Curran.

Tegan, come back!

Nolan screamed across the glen.

Please!

The early morning mist hung in the air, obscuring the furthest side of the water and the valley tops.

The grey white was all around, all-consuming, made him feel like he was standing on an island floating in the clouds.

Come here, girl! Come here!

Nolan screamed until his voice was hoarse, but it was no use. The dog was gone.

A whimper escaped his wet lips. The feeling of losing Tegan, so far from any roads or outhouses in the Scottish Highlands, was painful for a number of reasons.

For one, it wasn't his dog.

It belonged to Addy, the sweet old Scott who rented Nolan his attic room for the spring.

I love that dog, Addy had said one night as they shared a smoke and a drink in the living room, pointing to

Teigen, who was curled up by the crackling fire.

Only dog I've ever had that didn't piss in the house?

Plus, she'll be whatever you need her to be that one.

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