I activated my night-vision charm and could see his furry hindquarters ahead of me. He was tugging at something. Hopefully not a sasquatch tugging back at him. But the crooked passage—tunnel would have been too lofty a word—hadn’t gotten any larger. There was no way a sasquatch would fit in here.
Boogie whined and didn’t seem to notice me drawing closer. I couldn’t see anyone in front of him. It looked like his foot was trapped by something on the ground.
“Tell him that you’re coming and it’ll be all right,” Mom called from her belly at the entrance. “Is he hurt? Tell him I love him and it’ll be all right.”
“I’m sure he can hear you, Mom. And, with a great deal of maturity, I’m going to refrain from being bitter that you never told me you loved me and that it would be all right.”
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