Friendship
Winnie barked. Kelly let her go. The dog scampered out from under the blanket. Kelly pushed it away in time to see Winnie run out the door.
Good. She was going to attack the outlaw. Kelly jumped to her feet. She'd help her. Together, they'd send the robber flying. She ran after Winnie.
At first, she thought Winnie didn't need her help. The red-haired outlaw lay flat on his back in a patch of clover. Winnie stood on his stomach.
"Yay, Winnie!" Kelly shouted.
Then she saw that Winnie's tail was wagging. She was licking the outlaw's face. The outlaw was laughing.
I hadn't had so much fun since the last time I got locked out of the house in my underwear.
J'aperçois Melissa du coin de l'œil et lui lance un regard furieux. Si elle se rappelled l'époque où nous étions amies, elle sait combien je déteste que les gens regardent mes dessins privés.
