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. He was more concerned with trying to
stay in the saddle.
"Oops! I hear them again!" said Talorin as he and Kronin
sat on rocks by the purling stream that meandered among
the trees.
Kronin was fumbling with a pin at the lock around his
skinny wrist. His pointy ears perked. "You're right," he
said, distracted. "I think they've caught on to our ruse."
Talorin rested his slender face in an open hand and
sighed. "Boy, I really do hate being chained. I really do."
"It's no picnic for me, either," said Kronin, now
standing, his attention focused on the barking. "My, they
do make a racket, don't they? I'm glad we don't do this
every day."
"They seem a little too . . . how would you put it?"
"Enthusiastic?"
"Yes, that's it: enthusiastic! Bad for us, huh?"
"Could be. Perhaps we ought to run in circles again."
"Frankly, I'm a bit bored with that."
"Well! Aren't we being finicky!" said Kronin. "Very
well, I'll just have to think of another idea." So, with the
distant barking getting ever louder, Kronin took a moment
to reflect. He furrowed his brow and scratched his chin. He
looked around. He thought harder.
"Um, my liege, could you think a bit faster?"
"Got it!" blurted Kronin, his eyes lighting
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