Driven out of the barn by the fire, Hamilton Bell’s little rat terriers were roaming the town. One of them had taken a shine to Dog Kelley’s brindle greyhound bitch, who was standing in the middle of Front Street, bemused by the attention. The terrier tried several approaches without achieving much in the way of satisfaction. “It would appear that his reach has exceeded his grasp,” Doc observed, keeping his breath shallow. “Ah,” said Eddie, “but you have to admire the ambition, now, don’t you.” The greyhound got bored and wandered away, leaving a deeply disappointed terrier to reconsider his
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