Who? Darcy & Open Where? One of the parks When? Sunday morning What? Darcy is a child Rating? Low Open? Yes
Darcy could feel the rough bark through his jacket as he leaned against the old sycamore tree. He was practically holding his breath as he heard crunching footsteps approaching, dirt kicked about and foliage pushed aside as his friend tried to find him. Closer, closer... and then out he jumped.
"En garde!" he shouted, brandishing a wooden sword out in front of him as he prepared to fight to the (fake) death. Only now he was pointing the sword at a springer spaniel. How strange. The dog whimpered softly, and then sniffed at him almost sadly. Darcy held out his hand to let the creature get a better scent of him, and when the dog seemed to trust him enough, he gave its lovely soft ears a stroke. He glanced around to see if he could see an owner nearby, but he couldn't. It was a hunting breed after all, no doubt it belonged to one of the visitors using the hunting lodge, or one of his daddy's friends.
"We have to be quiet, and on the lookout for the scoundrel, George Wickham," he told the dog conspiratorially. "You can be my trusted companion, and help me sniff him out," he whispered. The dog seemed to like this plan, and as Darcy started to walk the dog stayed close at his side, protecting him like he knew him.