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CHAPTER

W lett remembered too late that Flaps had always had a cold nose. Now
it found the back of his neck, and with a girlish shriek, Wolf sat bolt
upright in bed and regarded her with bleary eyes. There was only a
faint glow of daylight from outside. Got me again, didn't you?" he
said to her. Flaps grinned. This grin had always been one of her
great charms, and it did not fail to do its work now. Wolf melted.
"Time to get up, huh?" Flaps laid her head in his lap and grinned
again, looking up at him with big brown eyes. "Right now?" he asked,
teasing her. Right now, she replied, thumping her tail agast the bed
for emphasis. "All right, all right." He moaned and swung his legs
over the side of the bed. Flaps celebrated her triumph with a little
golden retriever

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dance, throwing in a couple of squeals of happiness.

"Okay," Wolf said, standing up, "but me first." He headed for the
bathroom, but somehow one leg seemed shorter than the other; he missed
the bathroom door and bumped into the wall. '%Vhoof," he said to
Flaps. "What did I have to drink last night?" He shook his head and
stretched his eyes wide open, but the dizziness, not an unpleasant