"Down Boy, down", said Jim.  He was hoping the little beast had been to obedience school.  Apparently he hadn't. It roared and came closer and closer. 

Was this the end of Jim? 

At the last moment, the monster stopped.  He sniffed at Jim.  Jim sniffed too.  They both turned up their noses at the same time. 

Jim kept telling himself, "It is just a dream, it's just a dream." But dreams don't stink.  And this dream had a lovely and very clear Scotish accent!