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". . . No, I'm not saying that," Travis said into the phone. "I'm just asking how did he end up stuck in a well 'like Baby Jessica'?" He rubbed his nose. "Do the radio squirrels even bury nuts? I thought they lived completely off of rum." He groaned, then let himself pace. "He realizes it took them days to get Baby Jessica out, right? This isn't hte kind of thing where I just swoop in to the rescue. We'd need to dig and -- and maybe drill, and there'd be a whole team of people and it probably wouldn't even be me at the end who carries him out all heroically -- oh, he did? Great. Very glad to hear it. Thanks."

He hung up, pondered throwing his phone at the wall, and finally just slumped into his chair with a sigh. Probie, who had been tailing him close at heel, on high alert, put her paws into his lap and rested her head on his thigh with a little doggie sigh.

"Summer was right," Travis told her. "I'm thinking we should just let Leroy stay stuck wherever he is next time."

Probie let out a little huffed 'woof'.

"Yeah," Travis agreed, rubbing her ears. "I know. If he ever calls that bluff, we're doomed."

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