In the middle of a clump of bushes in the corner of Mr Dumont’s garden, Taya sat back on her heels and gave a low whistle as Minette’s woolly head pushed in beside her.
‘Oh my goodness,’ she repeated. ‘Minnie, what have you been doing?’
Before her startled eyes lay an amazing array of bits and pieces: four unmatched socks, two fast food containers, a motorcycle glove (slightly chewed), a key chain, three face washers, a magazine or two, a box of matches, a shopping bag (also slightly chewed), a pair of large underpants, crumpled sweet wrappers, a cushion, several artificial flowers, a tennis ball, a broken leash and the recently added ball of purple wool.
Minette woofed, obviously very proud of her collection. She slurped Taya’s neck and began touching each item with her nose as if counting them.
See how much I have, she seemed to be saying. Aren’t I clever?
‘Oh boy,’ Taya sighed. ‘Min, you’re a criminal. We have to get this stuff back to wherever it came from before you end up in the dog shelter. At least I think I know where you found this,’ she said, picking up the glove.
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