“Then most certainly one of the fish is his.”  Cragger tossed the largest fish to McDougal.  “Here’s yours.”

     The dog settled down and tore into his meal, his tail wagged the entire time.  As soon as he finished, he walked over to Mavelle and gave her face a big slurp.

     “Oh, icky fish breath!  You crazy hound.”  She hugged his neck for a minute.  “Go lie down now.”

     “Here” Cragger passed a plate to her.  “We’ll need plenty of energy for what we have to do.”

     They passed their meal in silence then, their thoughts filled with what was to come.  The imagination is not a pretty thing sometimes.