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Chetspeak on Sunday

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November 5th, 2017 Posted 8:08 am

We’ve been doing beginnings. Here’s THE SOUND AND THE FURRY:

“One thing’s for sure,” the lawyer said, handing Bernie our check, “you earned every cent.”

Bernie tucked the check in – oh, no – the chest pocket of his Hawaiian shirt, just about his nicest Hawaiian shirt, with the hula dancers and the trombones, but that wasn’t the point. The point was we’d had chest pocket problems in the past, more than once. And possibly more than twice, but I wouldn’t know, since I don’t count past two. What I do know is that checks have a way of falling out of chest pockets.

“What’s he barking about?” the lawyer said.

Bernie glanced at me. “Just wants to get rolling,” he said. That wasn’t it at all: what I wanted was for Bernie to put that check in his front pants pocket where it would be safe. But then I realized that I did kind of want to get rolling. Wow! That was Bernie, knowing my own mind better than I did. And I knew his exactly the same way! Which is just one of the reasons why the Little Detective Agency is so successful, especially if you forget about the finances part. We’re partners. He’s Bernie Little. I’m Chet, pure and simple.

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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May 21st, 2017 Posted 7:57 am

I smelled burned air, the kind of burned air that meant – BOOM! And there it was: thunder. Panting sounds started up right away.

“Easy, big guy,” Bernie said.

The panting? Me? Probably had to be me. Bernie wasn’t

panting the least bit – he hardly ever did, just maybe sometimes when we were hiking in steep country – and no one else was around, except for a few dudes sitting on their front steps, one or two drinking out of paper bags. “It’s only thunder,” he said.

The thunder wasn’t what bothered me. What bothered me was that burned air smell.

“Now you’re barking? What’s with you? Put a lid on it.”

Nothing. Nothing was with me. Lid was what again? I shut myself up, or at least amped down to a low growl. There’s only so much I can do. Hey! But it’s a lot. And just like that I was in a great mood, never better. More burned air, more thunder, more lightning? I hardly even noticed.

– from THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.

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Get Well Soon, Lilly!

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April 21st, 2017 Posted 8:25 am

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(And for more on gators and the nation within, there’s always THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.)

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Chetspeak on Sunday

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April 9th, 2017 Posted 8:49 am

“Innermost sanctum,” Mitch said. “Ex-CIA types, even a few ex-KGB according to rumor.”

“My knees are shaking.”

I checked Bernie’s knees. He was in his boxers so I could take a good close look. They weren’t moving in the slightest! What was that all about? My gaze wandered to the wound on one of his legs. Poor Bernie! He got that wound in the war and sometimes – only when he was at his very tiredest – it made him limp, but not a lot, hardly even noticeable.

“Chet? What are you – “

All of a sudden Bernie was looking down at me and I was … giving that wound a quick lick? Had he brought up something along these lines before? Quite possibly. But I only wanted to make it better. And the next moment, I saw in his eyes that he knew that, too. He gave me a pat. We were square, on the up and up, cool with each other to the max.

– from THE SOUND AND THE FURRY.

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