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Show 30 "Oh no!" Josh wailed. For in his mouth, Chinook proudly carried a complete roast turkey. He carried it with aplomb, like any victor his spoils. True, some of the stuffing had fallen out. But the turkey itself was intact, not long out of the oven, barely cool enough to carry. Obediently, with reverence, the dog laid the turkey on the sidewalk before his master-and promptly sat. His tail thumped, and he barked his most affectionate bark to demand approval. But Josh could only groan again. "Oh no, Chinook I Where'd you get that?" He didn't pick up the turkey, although the dog had brought it as an offering. "Criminently, that dog," sighed Cap. "He can sure find powerful trouble, can't he?" Josh almost felt like crying. He didn't know whether to whip the dog or run or what. Finally, on his knees, he took the dog's shaggy head and hugged him, trying to figure out what to do. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to lose him, and yet . . . . "Ahem!" came a stern adult voice from above him. Josh sucked in his breath and slowly looked up. It was Mrs. Sutherland, glaring down at the boy, the dog and the turkey. She wore a fancy lavender dress, and stood with her arms folded menacingly. Josh tried to say hello, but his throat was so tight he could only nod. All the boys at school kept a wide berth of the Sutherland mansion. Mrs. Sutherland seldom went out in Jericho society. Josh had even heard that the Sutherland place was haunted. |