let a bunch of kids be hanging around. Let them all see me. Please, Lord. I wonât ask for anything else if youâll just let that happen.
The Lord mustâve heard. Three boys whizzed by on bikes, then turned to stare as the police car slowed, blue lights flashing.
âWhich house is yours?â the blue-eyed cop said.
âThat one,â Guy pointed. He saw Becca in the front yard. She and a friend were playing fairy princess. Becca had just made a deep curtsey when the car pulled up and came to a stop.
âNot just a little siren?â the policeman asked again. âJust to make âem sit up and take notice?â
âWell, okay,â Guy said. âBut only a little.â
The cop flicked a switch. The siren sounded very loud to Guy. Becca froze. Her friend clapped her hands over her ears and ran behind the big maple tree. The three boys on bikes stood on the sidewalk across from Guyâs house, waiting.
First the driver got out. Then the other policeman. Then came Guy.
Beccaâs hand flew toward her mouth. Then she ran to the house, screaming, âItâs Guy! Itâs Guy! The policeman brought Guy home!â
Becca had some loud voice. Guy had never realized how loud it was until now. He smiled, listening to her.
Across the street the three kids on bikes watched, their mouths hanging open. Up and down the block people came out and stood watching. It wasnât every day a police car, lights flashing, siren sounding, delivered someone to his front door on Hot Water Street.
âWhatâs going on here?â Guyâs father came to the door, glasses pushed up on his forehead, newspaper in his hand.
âYour boy got into some trouble, sir,â the blue-eyed policeman said.
âMy boy never gets into trouble,â Guyâs father said firmly. âHeâs a good boy. A very good boy. Never caused his mother or me a speck of trouble.â
âHe is a good boy,â the policeman agreed. âAnd a brave one, too.â Then he told what had happened to Guy. And the dog. By this time Guyâs mother and grandmother were gathered around, listening. Guyâs mother insisted on inspecting his head and then called the doctor to make an appointment to bring Guy to see him. The cut on Guyâs head had stopped bleeding; it wasnât even very deep.
âLike I said, itâs good your boy has such a fine head of hair,â the policeman said. âActed as padding when they walloped him.â Then he took out his notebook and wrote down everything Guy could remember about the MONSTER , the one with the gums, and the one with the mouse mustache. Thatâs the way Guy thought of it, the mouse mustache.
âAll right, thatâs everything, then.â The policeman put away his notebook. âWeâre going to run the pooch over to the Humane Society, see what they can find.â He tipped his hat to the crowd. âIâll be in touch.â
For the first time, Guyâs grandmother spoke.
âWhat will happen to the dog?â she said.
The cop shrugged. âHard to say. Dogâs got no license, no identification tags of any kind. Probably a stray. Chances are theyâll put it up for adoption. If no one claims it after a certain length of time, well â¦â The cop shrugged again.
Guyâs grandmother, dark eyes gleaming, looked hard at Guy.
âI want that dog,â he heard himself say. âItâs like the dog I wanted all along. I think itâs the one I wanted. Itâs a really nice dog. Just the right size. I bet heâd never make a mess or chew things or anything. Heâd be a good watchdog too.â Guy looked up at his mother and father.
âWell.â Guyâs father cleared his throat. âI guess that could be arranged. Thank you, officer. Weâll call the Humane Society within the next few days, see how things stand.â
The policemen tipped their hats.
âGood
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