Where’s Noodle?
a short search for a long dog
You’ve lost Noodle.
One squirrel, one lunge, and the lead in your hand is suddenly a formality. The woods are getting dark, and the light through the trees is the kind that has a door under it.
Something in the branches blinks. Then something else, further back.
Go on — ask them. Nobody out here is a dachshund, but everybody saw where she went.
