it was stemy hot,and the pier was crowded. half the pople in Sharkfin bay were there to by fresh flounder for supper.the other half were trying to catch their own.I sat down on a bench . I wanted to think. Max wanted to play. He was standing on my shoulder trying to capture my ponytail.
we have to find out were you belong
i had to start with the truck. in tried to remember everything i had seen
too bad you can't tale.
we'd find that truck in a minute.
max frowned at me actually frowned
i could see a tiny line between those yellow eyes
it seemed as if his shiskers bristled
i frowned, too, trying to remember
it was a flatbed truck geen, wasn't it. Max looked at the water . so did i . it was smooth as silk.