the earth has music for those who listen
Rest assured, if Mateo doesn't realise now what a privilege this has been right now, he certainly will in the future, when Ever becomes a loping, fluffy adult German Shepherd and these days are long gone. Grinning as the puppy shakes himself off and following down the trail with equal gusto (if on two legs instead of four), he doesn't know that this smells like leaky, meaty canoes, but he can make his own conclusions. "This reminds me of snakes," he says brightly - because of course it can't not be macabre.
But then the puppy in front of him yips and Mateo is so enamored by it that he forgets all about snakes, breaking into a run to catch up. "This doesn't seem to branch off anywhere," he remarks. "There must only be one... whatever this is. Do you think we'll catch up to it?"
But then the puppy in front of him yips and Mateo is so enamored by it that he forgets all about snakes, breaking into a run to catch up. "This doesn't seem to branch off anywhere," he remarks. "There must only be one... whatever this is. Do you think we'll catch up to it?"
