Kintla Flatlands The fall of the dream machine

I know that feel. I had a horrible sinus headache Sunday night.

He seemed keen on the plan and offered to be the one to provide a distraction. Koontz grinned at him in what she hoped was a rogueish manner. "Go for it," she told him, thrusting her hoary muzzle in the raccoon's direction to send Hamied on his way. While he made his approach and put on his part of the show, she would swing wide around the critter to prepare her ambush.

She turned her back on him and began to lope perpendicularly to the shuffling raccoon. As she walked, her silvery ears slid backward to track Hamied's progress. Although Koontz definitely couldn't make out his footfalls, she knew he would be making noises the closer he came to the raccoon. That was his job.

Finally, she put enough distance between herself and Hamied and the raccoon. Koontz pivoted around, now keeping a pale eye on the two even as she readied herself for her sneaky attack.