It was a cold, dark, misty day and Oliver was sitting by a fountain drinking water when suddenly a small dark figure stepped in front of him and said “You cold and hungry? I know just the place for you, follow me. My name’s the Artful Dodger, call me Dodger for short, what’s yours?”
“Oliver” he said quietly “Oliver Twist”
“Oliver it is then” said Dodger “Now come.”
As Oliver followed the Dodger up the creaky steps, they came to a door. The Dodger opened it and as soon as Oliver stepped through the old dusty door, he smelled the sweet smell of actual food.
“Sausages, yes sausages” Oliver thought to himself.