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Show The park was jammed with people. Pondering, Josh chewed on his lip, brushed the blond hair from his eyes, and puffed up his freckled cheeks in indecision. He wanted to stop by the park, but Chinook's trouble with Mr. Keebler last week made him pause. For another thing, he knew the mayor was going to give a speech. And Joshua O'Tosh would as soon be whipped with a wet rope as to have to listen to an adult make a speech. On the other hand, this was the day the mayor was going to unveil the gold bar that was being exhibited by the city of Jericho to honor its centennial celebration. Never in his life had Josh seen so much as a gold coin. Oh, he had seen people wear gold watches and rings and such, but he had always suspected those weren't real gold. Not like a genuine gold brick that everyone was saying was worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. He gazed sternly at the dog, whose amber eyes regarded him quizzically. "Chinook, can you behave yourself long enough for me to see that gold? You know what Mr. Keebler said. You don't want to go to the dog pokey, do you?" The dog wagged his brushy tail. Mr. Keebler was the town dog catcher who seemed to spend half his time chasing Chinook through people's back yards. In actuality the dog appeared to enjoy these romps with the uniformed Mr. Keebler, and it wasn't often the officer succeeded in catching him and leading him into the green truck for the doleful ride to the dog pound. |