Colonel Bob and Bernie had a long talk, something about Colonel Bob’s son, Ray. Is Ray in trouble? Are we on a case?
Here’s how Colonel Bob and I met in Thereby Hangs A Tail:
“A burger lover, aren’t you, Chet?” said the driver, who maybe was a pilot, too, possibly even the boss; everyone called her Major. And, yes, I was a burger lover, no denying it. “Room for one more?” she said.
What a question.
I had one more, plus part of another I split with the major. After that someone found a rubber ball and we had a game of fetch. One of the guys, Colonel Bob – who may in fact have been the top boss, hard to tell, what with the whole pilot world being brand new to me – was a pretty good thrower, his arm almost as strong as Bernie’s.
“Got a set of wheels on you, huh, Chet?” said Colonel Bob.
Wheels? What was he talking about? But I liked Colonel Bob, especially his big red face and short gray hair, cut flat on top. He gave me a nice pat. So did the major. And some of the others. After some more fetch, I got tired – not like me at all, getting tired in the middle of fetch – and lay down in a shady spot overlooking a strange black plane on the runway, scary just to look at. My eyes closed.
“He’d be fun to have around,” someone said.
“Who could afford to feed him?” said someone else.
Note to RR: Is the paw the kind of doohickey you had in mind?
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