It has been a while since I wrote a part for this story and today I got me a new part for you to read.
The Fishy Lighthouse! Part 30
William has listened carefully and slaps himself in the face. “All good and well about what happened or might have happened. We need to get that fish back flowing but before we can do that I think we need to get some rest and work out a plan tomorrow.”
-“I think you might be right William, we ned to be well rested if we might get into trouble tomorrow” McSniff licks his paw and brushes it over his face. “What say you Jean?”
His tongue slobbers across his lips “I could not agree more with the two of you. Let us sleep”
Before they all turn out their lights again it is William staring back at that picture again, “Something is bothering me about this picture and I can’t get my paw on it.”
-“Give it up William, clear you head, get some sleep” McSniff mumbles digging his face under his tail curled up on the small bed.
“Yeah you are right”
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A days travel away in Paris it is Cynthia Chambelle also being awake trying to stop the little puppy for crying and howling. Still unable to speak it is everybody’s guess what he is crying over. the young little lad is making his squeaky noises and walks restless around inside the barn.
the door swings open and there stands Cooky and a basket of food. “I am so sorry for calling you over Milady, but I did not know what else to do. We can’t have him turn a city in panic. I brought some food and a blanket. He is more quiet with you around Milady”
-“It is okay Cooky, Sorry I asked you to stay with him tonight, we will find a way. He must be missing his family. We did find him abandoned in that little shed on the other side of the wall. He is our irst and we have much to learn about them.”
Her paw reaches out into the basket and gets a filet of fish out by her nail. Holding it up in front of the puppy he take couple of short sniffs before sneezing.Lady Chambelle and Cooky just look at each other and start smiling. Seeing Copper taking he filet in his mouth and starts eating. The blanket is spread over a pile of drying grass for a comfortable stay. Also is a bowl filled with water. Cooky holds it up so Copper can drink from it and splashes Cooky wet while doing so.
Not before long the three of them lay together on the blanket. “Milady? Do u think we can live together with the dogs?”
-‘I think we can Cooky, I am just not sure how yet.”
“But Milady how did you come up with the idea to even try? Dogs are dangerous for us. Did they not hunt and eat us?”
-“What if I told you Cooky that there was a time we might have lived together, would you believe me?”
“Milady, for as long as I had the pleasure of serving you, I have always found you spoke your heart and true. I won’t doubt you now, Milady. But if I may ask a question. How do you know this Milady?”
Ranting Crow 