Wheeling Gull Isle New places, friendly faces

He thought he’d heard of Canada, actually, during his travels. Caracal didn’t bother saying that out loud, not wanting to interrupt John. He listened like he was a parishioner attending service and John was the preacher at the pulpit, sermonizing about his life story. He answered the leader’s unspoken question, which begged so many more.

I didn’t realize how widespread His word was, Caracal confessed, eyes bright, but it makes me happy, knowing there are others, far and wide, who know God’s love. And I’m grateful it brought you to us, and he shuddered to think of what might have become of his son and daughter if John hadn’t been there that day…

Suddenly, Caracal reached out and grasped one of John’s paws to tell him, I thank God every day you were there, you know. My family’s indebted to you. I just hope we’re repaying some of your kindness by sharing our home. But if there’s anything else, you just say the word, man…

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