Stevie, her backpack securely on, her eyes wide, pointed at the window behind Charlie. “Someone just took your pie.” Charlie glanced back and saw that, yeah. Her pie was gone. “The dog?” she asked. “Nah.” Max pointed. “He’s under the table. After he opened the fridge, took out leftover steaks from yesterday, and dragged the entire pan under the table to eat.” Berg crouched and snarled, “Get home!” The entire table moved a few feet when the dog stood up while still under it, lifting it off the ground with his back. Stevie grabbed and held it, allowing the dog to keep going.
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