Vortex
Duke and Michel were swished around in a giant, windy vortex. Michel continued screaming.
“It is quite strange, isn’t it?” Duke said.
“Aren’t you scared? Romain must’ve wet himself!”
“Basset Hounds never get scared. We’re fearless, resolute and know how to season a good lamb chop.”
“We’re not gonna die, are we?”
“You mean when we try and carry out your evil plan to viciously butcher millions?”
“What? I’m not going to butcher anybody. I’m not a killer.”
Unless the victim would be a dog called Duke, perhaps.
“I thought, ‘looking for one’s cousin’, was a code to kill.”
Michel was already exhausted from speaking with Duke and this conversation wasn’t getting him anywhere. He wondered how long it would take before they arrived in Nap Land? It was like they’d been falling foreve
