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Show 10 The mayor, egg dripping down his suit, stood with his face the color of boiled lobster, shouting, stomping his feet and pointing to the dog and the empty wagon that were careening through the crowd, still hot on the trail of the disappearing cat. In horror Josh leaped onto the stage after his dog. Seeing the destruction-the table broken, the heavy gold bar dumped unceremoniously and everyone egg-splattered and angry-he just as quickly hurdled off the other side in hot pursuit of his dog. On the far fringes of the crowd he heard a woman scream and guessed that the wagon had reached there. At last, minutes later, Josh had his dog in tow once more, looking remorseful with his ears and tail drooping at half mast. Josh led the dog slowly toward home. It was the worst time he could remember. He kept looking back over his shoulder to see if Mr. Keebler's green truck was coming. Worse yet, he hated facing his mother and telling her about the eggs. They needed every dollar they could get. He knew she tolerated Chinook, but her patience was growing thin. Josh didn't know what to do. |