Dak reached into one of the other bags and handed her a pair of scissors. “For the plastic pieces.”
“You thought of everything!” Smiling, she took the scissors and got through the rest of the leashes quickly while Dak worked on the collars. When he was done, she cut off a few plastic tags.
The stuffed dogs were all shapes and sizes, but their necks were squishy enough they could all fit in a collar with no trouble. It would just take a few minutes to get them on. Memory wished she knew how much time they had left. They’d have to make sure the snowman could hold the leashes and clean up the area in front of their build.
“So... Ellie was telling me that every church in town has a different night for caroling next week?”
“Uh, yeah,” Memory replied, buckling a collar around what she believ
