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14.

Within an hour the Police (at least they said they were the Police) came and took the Man away in cuffs, muttering about “Little swine” as he went.

The boys’ mom was still in her room not talking. She seemed fine, she at least smiled at them. She just didn’t want to deal with this right now.

So the boys got their own dinner.

They felt like celebrating so they made B.P.B.J & F’s. These were not sandwiches that mothers would like their kids to eat, but they were on their own so it was break out time.

The Banana, Peanut Butter, Strawberry Preserves (not jelly, but hey) and Chocolate Frosting conglomeration was the thing of major over indulgence. Thank Pillsbury for those frosting cans!

With the sugar buzz still clanging around in their heads the boys sat down to talk some serious planning.

“Who can we tell?” David asked.

“We ought to tell Dad, but I don’t know if he’ll listen.”

At that moment there was a knock at the door and two men were returning Chance.

The dog was happy to see Mickey and the two brothers took the dog to his home just minutes before the Galvans got back early.

The dog had been groomed so meticulously that no one would ever believe he had flown, crashed in the mud, been hit by a car and been kidnapped all within 48 hours.

Mickey was assured that he could visit the dog anytime he wanted to, and for that he was happy.

The sun was resting on the horizon like a sparrow on a clothesline. Bright but tentative, waiting for the eventual exit.

Half the neighborhood was putting on the heavy cloak of dusk.

As the boys drew near their house they saw their father standing on the porch with his arms crossed and the look on his face was no where near smiling.

“He talked to Mom,” Mickey said.

“Ohhh yeah,” came from David, followed by a whistle of dread.

Mickey wondered if Dad might like to fly, but thought better of it.