FROG SONG
Erika Holt
“Head for the water, Woof.” Ruby clung to the long fur around her friend’s neck and urged him to go faster. For three hours they’d been eluding their pursuer—a concerned dog lover intent on “rescue.” Such were the risks of visiting the city. Out in the countryside, as long as a dog didn’t appear to be suffering, people would leave him to roam. But some city-dwellers were relentless in their heroics. Woof’s tongue lolled out to the side and he panted heavily. Ruby felt him slowing down.
Woof plunged through the undergrowth at the edge of the neatly constructed wetland they’d used more than once as an urban bolt-hole. As soon as he set foot in the murky water, Ruby slid off and with two easy strokes of her webbed feet reached the safety of the deep. On land, her weak,
