by Iva Ibbotson
“No,” said Albina, being nobler than she had ever been in her life. “I’ve decided. I’m not going to buy anything till Hal comes home. I’m going to wait. It is for Hal to choose.”
And with the G aunts following, she marched out of the shop.
Hal was reading a letter. He sat on an upturned boat on the shore. The sun was shining and the North Sea was on its best behaviour, silver near the shore, shading to pale blue and then a deep azure. The tide was out and the sands stretched for miles, empty and golden, as they do on the Northumbrian coast.
Fleck sat at his feet, but the letter was a long one.
“All right, Fleck, you can go and explore,” said Hal – and Fleck looked up at him and then trotted off along the beach.
The letter was from Pippa, and as he read it, Hal smiled, for his father had done exactly what Hal had asked of him. And done it secretly.
… It’s absolutely extraordinary because it happened just when Kayley came home after she finished at Easy Pets and she was feeling really rotten. Apparently one of the people who used to rent dogs noticed how good Kayley was with animals and he put her name down for a grant from a charity that looks after animals. It’s a huge sum and of course it’s all tied up with endowments and things. I don’t really understand the details but it means that Kayley can do what she’s always wanted to do: start an animal rescue place where the animals are cared for properly and never have to be put down even if they’re sick and can’t find homes. We’ve looked at a patch of land not too far away and there’s a little house – it’s not much more than a hut at the minute, but we’re all going to pitch in and make it habitable. Isn’t it fantastic? You’ll come and help, won’t you? And maybe that nice maid Olga you told us about? We’re going to call it Fillongley after the family farm. Grandfather’s over the moon…
Hal looked up. He’d go and phone his father and thank him.
But where was Fleck? There was no sign of him on the long, deserted beach. For a moment Hal was overcome by panic. Had he got lost, or drowned, or stolen? It wasn’t like him to go so far on his own.
He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled – and a white speck appeared, grew larger, and flopped down at Hal’s feet. Fleck’s tongue lolled, his tail thumped on the sand. He seemed to be smiling…
A dog who belongs to somebody forever is a dog who is free.
Sharon Rentta sent us lots of drawings for
ONE DOG AND HIS BOY. We couldn’t
use all of them but they are too good to
leave out completely.
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