Page 70 of Will Bark for Pizza (Bluebell Springs #1)

FIFTY-NINE

HUSKER

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Zig-zag, zig-zag, zig-zag.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

All these people.

They smell funny.

Oh, that lady smells good.

I think she has a treat in her pocket.

“Husker, c’mon, buddy.”

New Best Friend, where are we going?

“Going to grab coffee?”

Uncle Luke!

“Figured Kira could use a refill.”

“I’ll join you.”

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Zig-zag, zig-zag, zig-zag.

“Turned out pretty great, huh?”

“Did you really doubt your sister?”

“Not anymore.”

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Ewwww.

Oh no.

That’s the bad smell.

Hey, New Best Friend.

The bad smell.

Uncle Luke.

The bad man is here.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Ewwww.

“Husker, hold on, buddy.”

We can’t hold on.

We have to get back to Mom.

Turn around.

Mom needs us.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Ewwww.

“I’ll get you a treat, don’t worry.”

Treat?

Yes, I want a treat.

But the bad man.

We need to get to Mom.

Right.

Now.

“Husker’s acting weird.”

“Might be overstimulated.”

Now I know why Mom says boys are stupid.

Except, I’m a boy.

I’m not stupid.

The bad man.

He’s here.

Turn around.

We need to go back.

Now!