Chapter 30b
“Prairie dogs,” I blush in explanation for the ridiculous little squeal of excitement I just emitted. Grinning to myself as I visualize when that county fair came where you have a mallet and you have to whack the moles down. In real life the little guys pop up and down just like that. So freaking cute. I sense Maya taking notice in my mind. The puppy-like drive to chase and play surging. The drive actually doesn’t take too long, probably less than twenty five minutes. Soon, I spot the pack village in the distance. The open prairies give way to orderly streets, playgrounds, a school, a main street with cute shops: florist, cafe, library, butcher, baker, and so on. Curious onlookers glance, some wave as our large SUV drives by. The windows are tinted. So they can’t see in. I’m not sure
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