[摘要]
And then one day everything changed. Just. Like. That.
Professor Penrose returned. ,
The long black limousine came to take Henry back to the professors fine stone house.
The Washburn ch...
And then one day everything changed. Just. Like. That.
Professor Penrose returned. ,
The long black limousine came to take Henry back to the professors fine stone house.
The Washburn children gathered on their front porch. Tears streamed down their cheeks. "Good-bye, Henry," they sniffled sadly. "Good-bye!"
That evening, after being groomed by Miss Fifi (who kept sighing over the tangles in his coat) and after being fed two plump, perfectly grilled lamb chops (in his own monogrammed dish), Henry climbed into his furlined basket in front of the fireplace.
He yawned. He laid his head on his front paws. He closed his eyes.
But he did not go to sleep.
Something was wrong. Everything was so quiet, so peaceful. Too quiet. Too peaceful.
Henry climbed out of his basket. He nudged open the front door and headed down the road to the Washburn house. At first he walked properly, as he had been taught. Then he ran.
When he arrived, he scratched at the door.
Mrs Washburn opened it. "Why, its you, Henry. Welcome home!" Henry dashed up the stairs and into the childrens bedroom. It was dark.
Thwack! A pillow smacked into his face.
Henry ducked under one of the beds. He smelled the faint scent of strawberry, and as he drifted off to sleep, he was thinking to himself; You have the life, Henry my boy. You have the life.