“Milo! I swear that dog’s more trouble than he’s worth.” Henry looked at David without surprise, not shocked by his usually cross older brother’s statement. Milo was grating on David’s last nerve, and having to search for the dog underneath the rapidly darkening sky only furthered his agitation. Henry, however, was having the time of his life. Very seldom did he get the chance to explore the woods behind their house, and sharing air with his cranky sibling did little to damper his good mood. The only time that they were allowed to delve this deep into the woods was when Milo was loose, although it did seem to happen more often these days. Unlike his brother, Henry was happy living in “the sticks” as his brother liked to call the little house in the middle of nowhere. There were so many more adventures to be had here than there was where they used to live.
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