Laughing, she reached into her tote and pulled out a few sausages she’d brought just in case. “Look who’s back! I brought something for you.”
He took them—but, just like before, he didn’t eat them. He turned and began walking, almost argently.
Something about his behavior made her pause.
On Wednesday, Annie came prepared. She filled a plastic container with fresh chicken and tucked it into her purse before heading out.
Sure enough, there was Benny—sitting near the hardware store, waiting patiently. This time, when she handed him the chicken, she didn’t let him out of her sight.
