"Si, si, coming." Cesare skips a puddle, sparing a look back across his shoulder at the dog. It stands forlorn, ragged tail bobbing and waving.
"Who shat in my breakfast? That's a good one. Come on then. The faster we get this over with, the sooner we can get back to the house. Not that I think you have much to show me here."
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Date: 2008-08-19 04:42 pm (UTC)"Who shat in my breakfast? That's a good one. Come on then. The faster we get this over with, the sooner we can get back to the house. Not that I think you have much to show me here."