Sun Mote Copse Bill Barilko disappeared that summer

While Bronco stumbled over himself to change his plans, Alyx stood rooted to the spot with her entire face drawn into absolute dismay that he wanted to make her muck around in the mud. Her lower lip wobbled along with his repetitions. It wasn't until he changed his mind and decided frogs weren't important that she brightened up, giggling and brashly parroting, stoo bud Bonco. Fogs no imp den.

What was a frog, even? We'll never know.

She lurched back into an eager walk, swaying her thin tail now that she knew they wouldn't be going to any muddy places. How could he even think she'd like something like that? Alyx was a lady, thank you very much! He suggested another activity, a collection of words that she didn't understand at all, but that didn't stop her from vigorously nodding along.

Ya'm bave, she chirped, before tweaking her lips into a thoughtful squiggle and asking, whasbave?