the accident of the dog in the nighttime

My name is Christopher John Francis Boone. I stroked Wellington and wondered who had killed him, and why. It had curly black fur, but when you got close you could see that the skin underneath the fur was a very pale yellow, like chicken. Not one of the small poodles that have hairstyles but a big poodle. She lived on the opposite side of the road, two houses to the left. It belonged to Mrs Shears who was our friend. I walked onto her lawn and knelt beside the dog. I went through Mrs Shears' gate, closing it behind me. I decided that the dog was probably killed with the fork because I could not see any other wounds in the dog and I do not think you would stick a garden fork into a dog after it had died for some other reason, like cancer for example, or a road accident. The points of the fork must have gone all the way through the dog and into the ground because the fork had not fallen over. There was a garden fork sticking out of the dog. It looked as if it was running on its side, the way dogs run when they think they are chasing a cat in a dream. The dog was lying on the grass in the middle of the lawn in front of Mrs Shears' house. If you have specific questions or concerns about the content please call Nashville Rep’s office at 61.It was 7 minutes after midnight. We recognize that sensitivities vary from person to person. Late seating happens at the discretion of the house manager.

Based on the bestselling novel and also the Tony award winning play, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is a thrilling, heartwarming, and uplifting adventure story for every one of us.įor group ticket prices, contact TPAC Group Sales at or 61.Īmerican Sign Language-Interpreted Performance: Saturday, April 1 at 2pm His detective work, forbidden by his father, takes him on a thrilling journey that upturns his world. Finding himself under suspicion, Christopher is determined to solve the mystery of who murdered Wellington. Now it is 7 minutes after midnight, and Christopher stands beside his neighbor’s dead dog, Wellington, who has been speared with a garden fork. He has never ventured alone beyond the end of his road, he detests being touched, and he distrusts strangers. 15-year-old Christopher has an extraordinary brain: He is exceptional at mathematics but ill-equipped to interpret everyday life.

The accident of the dog in the nighttime