“Wow!” Cotton exclaims in a loud voice, disturbing the sleeping Percy. “You should read this. You won’t believe it.”
“I won’t believe what?” Percy,
“A Chinese puppy named Dudu was hit by a car and was buried.”
“What’s so exciting about that?”
“He dug himself out of his grave, dragged himself home, and was operated on at the vet’s.”
Percy, wide awake now, leaps down from the back of the swivel rocker and jumps to the desk to view the story on the computer screen for himself. “For real?”
“Of course, for real.” Cotton is indignant. “He wasn’t dead, though. Only in shock.”
“Does that mean Jenny and Benji and Miss Mother will be home soon?” Percy asks.
“No,” Cotton says, with great sadness. “They won’t ever be coming home again.”
“That’s too bad, Cotton. I would sure like to see them all again.”
“I would too, Percy. Wait, Jan has some photos on the computer. It isn’t the same as seeing them in person, but we can look at their pictures.
Percy hits a few keys on the keyboard, opens a folder and a photo of Miss Mother fills the screen. Companionably, they settle on the desk to watch the slide show.
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