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More walking…
Snowy was tired of walking all the time. He wished he had some way of getting around, other than walking. He asked a stray cow for a lift, but she just held her nose in the air, and walked off. Snowy walked along a footpath, and rested under a tree, getting his breath back, and resting his tired legs. He had been walking for one and a half days, and he was fed up, hungry, thirsty, and tired. People walked by, not noticing him, and Snowy figured they were close to a town. Some of the people must have been going on picnics, because he smelt delicious food from baskets they were carrying.
One family, with two children, ran to the tree. Snowy heard a young boy call to his parents.
"Here is our spot!" he said, and stopped, stepping on Snowy's tail. Snowy let out a yelp, and the boy jumped back, alarmed.
"Sorry, doggy," he said, as his sister and parents approached. Snowy growled softly, and lay his head back down. "Are you lost?"
"He looks tired," the girl stated.
"And hungry," the mother agreed. She reached into her basket, and pulled out one of the sandwiches. The boy was about to protest, but she stopped him.
"He needs it more than you do," she said, placing the sandwich in front of Snowy's nose. Snowy sniffed it, and then gobbled it up. He seemed happier, smiling his doggy smile at the family. He stood, barked a thank-you, and continued down the road.
"What a nice dog," the mother said.
"I hope he finds his family," the father replied.
Snowy trotted down the road, now with more energy, and thinking about what Tintin would say when he saw him alive and well. He ran over the scene in his mind.
Snowy would finally find his way to Marlinspike. He would squeeze through the gate, and run up the path to the front door. After a few short minutes of scratching and barking, Nestor would open the door, look around, then down, and smile at the sight of Snowy. He would pick him up, and take him to the living room, where Tintin would be. Tintin would look up, and on his face would be disbelief, then a huge grin, and he would stand from his seat, and walk over to Snowy. Snowy would bark, a doggy smile on his face, as Tintin would gather him in his arms, and cuddle him close, vowing to never let him get lost again.
That was how Snowy imagined their reunion would be like. He would also get a huge meal to eat, and Haddock would sneak him some whiskey to welcome him home. Snowy barked, licking his chops at the idea, and ran the rest of the way to the town.
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