“I do not see,” Alastair said as Oscar deposited a stick at his feet, “why this hound here got a medal. None of the rest of us got a medal.” “Well, it isn’t an official medal,” said Thomas, dropping to his knees in the grass to rub Oscar’s head and muddle his ears about. “You do know that.” “The Consul presented it,” Alastair said, kneeling down as well. He caught at the little medallion attached to Oscar’s collar.
Best boy
