What is it?
"POO-chie!Poochie!Wait fer me!"The dog froze mid-run and turned his head to peer at Ragetti. What is it Wooden-eye? Do you know what the smelly is? Ragetti stopped on a dime-actually it was a sand dollar, but who keeps track of those sorts of things anyway? He bent down and scratched the dog behind the ear. "Aw, thank ye, Poochie!"
Yes, yes, what's the smelly? Tell ME! Dog wagged his tail and looked up expectantly into Ragetti's eye. He let out another cheery, questioning bark that left Ragetti scratching his head. Pintel caught up with them and sat down in the sand catching his breath."Wat's the matter?" Ragetti tilted his head to one side and squinted at Poochie who repeated the question in his little bark. Do tell! Wooden-eye, won't you please tell me? Poochie sat at Pintel's feet and gazed up hopefully into his perplexed face. You'll tell me right? He's just staring at me with his wooden-eye and the moving one.
"I think he's trying to tell us something." Pintel decided inching a bit away from Poochie who was attempting to poke him with his nose. Of course I am silly!
"What is it Poochie? Eh?"
"Tell ol' Pintel." responded Pintel. Dog tilted his head to one side, That's a funny name...
"I dunno...maybe he's just tired."
"Maybe he felt he had to protect us from the hand of evil and the grip of temptation." Pintel threw him a since-when-did-you-oh-nevermind-look. "What's that look? Oy, where's poochie?" Pintel stood up and joined Ragetti in twisting around in circles in the sand to search for him. They turned left, right, looked up, looked down, looked ahead and then finally, behind them.
"NO! Away from me pork!" It was a tall man who had sat next to a fire barbecuing meat. He was throwing up his hands trying to shoo Poochie away. What is it? What is it?
"GO! Leave it alone you mangy-" Poochie ran between his legs and sniffed curiously at the cooking meat. It's the smelly smell! What is it? What is it? "Oh, no ye don't! Get! Get!"
"Poochie!" Pintel and Ragetti ran, kicking up sand and seashells. The tall man saw them, "Oh no! Not more of you! Get away! This is mine!"
"We just want the dog."
"He didn't mean anything by it!" Ragetti pleaded.
"Have yer dog! I don't want him!"
"Poochie, c'mere, poochie!" Poochie turned to look at them. The smell! What is it?
"What's that yer cooking anyhow?" The tall man glared at Ragetti, then paused, "You have a wooden eye."
"Uh..." he glanced at Pintel then back at the tall man, "Aye."
"Oh," the tall man stopped staring. "It's long pork. What's it to you?" The dog sniffed a bit more at this new information.
Wooden-eye...this is not pork...
