“It’s been a long few days,” said Banjo with a sigh. He watched the mama walk to the dog kennel.
“That’s no lie,” said Tuff. “I’m not used to being a caged animal. I’m starting to smell myself, and it’s not roses I smell.”
Banjo looked at him. “Well, you’re right about that,” he said. “But having time to ponder this maskedRead More