It Just Don't Make Any Sense [Open]
"Watson! Watson! Where are you running off to?!"
But Jamie couldn't keep up with his four-legged friend. The beagle, albeit a small and stubborn canine, could be quick when it wanted to be. And today he certainly wanted to be quick! He knew he should have gotten that dog a leash. Or at least inquired to the Malden headmasters about one of those invisible fences. Not that he thought animals should be imprisoned by such things. Invisible fences and all, but keeping track of that mutt was sometimes just too much! Probably chasing some rabbit or whatever other wild animals roamed the English countryside.
Even as multiple men that dog was hard to keep an eye on. He was like a disobedient child.
"Watson! Here, boy! I've got treats for you!" Jamie continued to run after the dog. He ran, and ran, and -- well, to save the longwindedness of what he did -- he just kept running. He couldn't recall at what point he realized something was wrong with this situation. Maybe it was when he noticed that he was breathing heavier than usual. Like the air was thicker. Heavier. More humid, perhaps? Like it was weighing down on his chest. And Jamie found himself staggering off to the side to catch his breath.
"Treats ... Boy ... I've got treats ... Your favorite ... Dear god, it's hot out here."
Which was odd for evening English weather, wasn't it?
"And that is a funny looking bush ... More like something out of Borneo or some such--"
Bark! Bark bark! Barkbarkbarkbark!
"Watson! Where are you, boy?!"
He didn't quite run then. No. He was too tired for that. Maybe even a little too old for that. He thought Watson was too old for that, too, but apparently the dog had deceived him of his youthfulness and vitality.
He waded through the brush. Waded because it was thick. Like a jungle? Oh, it was probably that daft Cassidy boy growing heaven knows what in the backyard. Weed or pot, probably. Hiding it behind big botanical flowers so no one would suspect.
"I SUSPECT!" Jamie called out. "Don't rightly care very much ... BUT I SUSPECT. Oh! Watson! There you are and--"
-- what a lovely nest of rather large eggs you've found. Well, that's what he was going to say, but it seemed kind of silly to say it out loud. Especially to a dog. Now, wild shrubs and trees he could understand. That he could explain. Because there were kids at Malden who had a thing for that kind of stuff. But large eggs? Like ostrich eggs only bigger. Well, that made a whole lot of no sense.