Here is the next chapter. Enjoy!
Michel ran home in a panic. He burst through the door.
"Grandpa!" he yelled, waving his arms frantically. "Cloud has run away!"
"Maybe he smelled his old owner," Grandpa said, kneeling down to face the small boy.
"But Cloud is my dog now," he protested, tears falling down his cheeks. "He was drowning, and I saved him." Michel's mother and grandmother entered the kitchen, hearing the conversation, with sympathetic smiles on their faces. Michel choked out a sob, and ran upstairs to his room, slamming the door. Grandpa looked at his wife, shrugging his shoulders.
Snowy had no idea where he was going. While Michel played on the beach, he had slipped away into a more crowded part of the small town, and started walking in the direction he thought was the way home. People glanced at him, but other than that, no one seemed to notice the lost, little dog, which seemed more brown than white. He spotted an elderly boxer, gnawing on an old bone. He approached it, a friendly doggy smile on his face.
Hello, he barked. The boxer looked up.
Can I help you? He asked in an Italian accent. Snowy nodded.
I was wondering if you knew the way to Belgium. I'm lost, you see, and I need to find my master.
Yes, I can help you. If you head north-west in a relatively straight line, you will reach Belgium. You will be passing through Switzerland and France. Snowy barked joyfully.
Thank you, sir! he barked. Thank you so much! He then ran off in a random direction, and the boxer watched his go with an amused look on his face. Snowy shortly came back, smiling sheepishly.
Which way is north-west? he asked. The boxer pointed, and Snowy thanked him again, then ran off in the right direction.
By the time he reached the country side, the sun was starting to disappear over the horizon. Snowy cocked his head.
It hasn't seemed like a long time, he thought. I'm not even tired, but I suppose I must sleep for the night. He lay down in some soft grass, and closed his eyes, thinking how happy Tintin would be to have him back. He opened his eyes in alarm as he thought of something that hadn't occurred to him until now.
What if he got a new dog, and forgot all about me? He shoved the thought away; Tintin would never do that! They were best friends, hardly leaving each others side. Tintin cared about him, and wouldn't want any other pet. Then Snowy chuckled as he thought of something else.
Haddock would try to cheer him being getting him a new puppy, I'm sure. But Tintin would not want it, and probably give it to the Captain. His mind at ease, he lay down his head once more, and drifted to sleep.
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