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When last left off Rogan and Rah were heading back home after receiving a letter.
As Rogan approached his house the sun was just tipping over the horizon. He looked down into his arms where Rah was scrunching up her face trying to focus in the growing darkness on the lacy writing in the letter. This was the life, He thought just me and Rah, no scientists no Janet this is just perfect, maybe now she can have some peace in her short life. As if she read his thoughts she looked up at him and seemed to smile in agreement. Rogan was glad to see her small face erased of the grim serious look she had adopted before. He smiled back and pushed open the front door of his house with his foot. As they entered the front hall Rah squirmed in his arms, he kissed her on her head before letting her go. His dog Duka woofed in pleasure when she bent down and petted him. The big Doberman was nearly as big as she was, but thankfully had taken a likening to her at the young age of three, the first time they saw each other, which was also the first time Rogan saw Rah. Janet had persuaded Victor not to tell him of the birth of their child, which was coincidentally the same day Rogan adopted Duka. "Punch! Hey stop it!" came the indignant cries of Rah, who was now on the floor underneath the dog, while he licked her face. Rogan gave a short whistle and Duka backed away, curling his lips into a funny doggish grin, he turned, conveniently flicking Rah on the nose with his long ropy tail, and scampered to Rogan who gently swatted at him with his hand in mock anger. The dog yipped and jumped, startling Rogan who looked behind Duka to find Rah standing next to him, rocking on her heels and whistling innocently, randomly casting her eyes anywhere but at him. "Hey I saw that girlie! Leave my dog alone, he didn't do anythin' to you!" Rogan shouted in an old man voice shaking a finger at her. "And while yu'r at it get off my lawn!" he shrieked picking up a stray umbrella hanging on the coat rack, using it as a cane, while he alternately used it to hobble towards her and shake it in her direction in false anger, muttering about 'durned kids'. At this display she started to laugh hysterically, falling to her knees on the flag stoned floor, she soon fell from that position to one where she was completely lying on the floor crying tears of glee, gasping for air. Duka, not understanding what happened, began to whimper and howl, probably thinking his best friend was dieing. This made Rogan join Rah on the floor, laughing at the poor dog's confusion. Now the dog lay down with them in utter despair, most likely doubting that they would ever get up again, he gently nudged his way between the two, licking each in the face for what he thought was the last time. Rah was the first to recover. "Oh poor baby" she crooned, "Its okay, don't worry, i'm here Punch." She said to him as she petted his head. Rogan was sufficiently roused now to be able to ask "Hey Rah why do you always call Duka Punch?" She looked at him like it was obvious, "Because Duka means punch, like to hit, in Hindi."
When last left off Rogan and Rah were heading back home after receiving a letter.
As Rogan approached his house the sun was just tipping over the horizon. He looked down into his arms where Rah was scrunching up her face trying to focus in the growing darkness on the lacy writing in the letter. This was the life, He thought just me and Rah, no scientists no Janet this is just perfect, maybe now she can have some peace in her short life. As if she read his thoughts she looked up at him and seemed to smile in agreement. Rogan was glad to see her small face erased of the grim serious look she had adopted before. He smiled back and pushed open the front door of his house with his foot. As they entered the front hall Rah squirmed in his arms, he kissed her on her head before letting her go. His dog Duka woofed in pleasure when she bent down and petted him. The big Doberman was nearly as big as she was, but thankfully had taken a likening to her at the young age of three, the first time they saw each other, which was also the first time Rogan saw Rah. Janet had persuaded Victor not to tell him of the birth of their child, which was coincidentally the same day Rogan adopted Duka. "Punch! Hey stop it!" came the indignant cries of Rah, who was now on the floor underneath the dog, while he licked her face. Rogan gave a short whistle and Duka backed away, curling his lips into a funny doggish grin, he turned, conveniently flicking Rah on the nose with his long ropy tail, and scampered to Rogan who gently swatted at him with his hand in mock anger. The dog yipped and jumped, startling Rogan who looked behind Duka to find Rah standing next to him, rocking on her heels and whistling innocently, randomly casting her eyes anywhere but at him. "Hey I saw that girlie! Leave my dog alone, he didn't do anythin' to you!" Rogan shouted in an old man voice shaking a finger at her. "And while yu'r at it get off my lawn!" he shrieked picking up a stray umbrella hanging on the coat rack, using it as a cane, while he alternately used it to hobble towards her and shake it in her direction in false anger, muttering about 'durned kids'. At this display she started to laugh hysterically, falling to her knees on the flag stoned floor, she soon fell from that position to one where she was completely lying on the floor crying tears of glee, gasping for air. Duka, not understanding what happened, began to whimper and howl, probably thinking his best friend was dieing. This made Rogan join Rah on the floor, laughing at the poor dog's confusion. Now the dog lay down with them in utter despair, most likely doubting that they would ever get up again, he gently nudged his way between the two, licking each in the face for what he thought was the last time. Rah was the first to recover. "Oh poor baby" she crooned, "Its okay, don't worry, i'm here Punch." She said to him as she petted his head. Rogan was sufficiently roused now to be able to ask "Hey Rah why do you always call Duka Punch?" She looked at him like it was obvious, "Because Duka means punch, like to hit, in Hindi."
