“What the heck are you doing out?” asked Pudge. He was standing in front of his house, checking the parking situation. In mid-July there was plenty of parking, so he wasn’t having much fun causing people to get tickets and boots. In a few weeks college would start back and he would have a whole new crop of freshmen to torment.
“I’m headed toward the sinkhole. Reggie the Grumpy said he saw Clyde and Ike fall into a storm drain while the city was working on it. I need to look for them!”
“You dumb fluffy housedog. You’ll never find your way around down there. And what were they doing out anyway? They’re housedogs, like you. Unlike me – I’m worldly.” He paused to scratch an ear.
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