“Now,” pondered Felicia, “we shall need a stick of some sort. Big enough to throw for Tempus, he’s a large dog and needs his exercise.”
“Exercise?” said Anna.
“Why, yes. He needs to stretch his legs, it helps him stay healthy. Come along, we’ll see what’s nearby.”
She led her niece into the field which lay to the north of the Hall. Many years ago it had been the estate grounds, neatly trimmed and decorated with trees and bushes, but now it was a riot of brush, weeds and long, wild grass.
“Like this?” yelled Anna, hefting a small branch.
“Perfect,” called out Felicia. “Now wave it at Tempus to get his attention, and then throw it.”
Anna did as she was bid, only to be rewarded with a bark. Tempus disappeared into the long grass, reappearing moments later, the branch held firmly in his
