The voice that calls out to him is much younger than the one anyone familiar with the dog would have expected from his owner, but a few moments later, a girl appears over the crest of the hill, running towards them with the trees at her back, moving as quickly as her legs can carry her. It's when she spots Simon that she slows down, tenses, and clutches her tiny hands into fists, as if readying herself for something, coming to a stop a few feet away and looking intently at the dog for a moment or two before she looked back to him.
"Whadda you think you're doin' with my dog?" she asks him, lifting her chin as though the question itself is some kind of challenge. "Jormy an' I don't talk to strangers. You're prob'ly tryin' to dog-nap him!"
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The voice that calls out to him is much younger than the one anyone familiar with the dog would have expected from his owner, but a few moments later, a girl appears over the crest of the hill, running towards them with the trees at her back, moving as quickly as her legs can carry her. It's when she spots Simon that she slows down, tenses, and clutches her tiny hands into fists, as if readying herself for something, coming to a stop a few feet away and looking intently at the dog for a moment or two before she looked back to him.
"Whadda you think you're doin' with my dog?" she asks him, lifting her chin as though the question itself is some kind of challenge. "Jormy an' I don't talk to strangers. You're prob'ly tryin' to dog-nap him!"