The stranger’s face turned as he continued to talk, but the words came and fell without consequence. Elijah saw no hostility, as he so often did in his sister, which meant this man was his friend. Pleased at the arrival of such a new companion, he continued to grin widely, whole body wiggling with pleasure. It was the question about his mother that finally evoked a response, though this was only a sharp shake of the head.
Denver was the man’s name, though Elijah did not speak it aloud. He also did not answer the question about his own name. Instead, he jumped to his feet and then into a bow, chubby rump in the air as he indicated wordlessly he desired to play. The threat of his foot being stuck forever was gone and his new friend was here, so what more could he need? Wouldn’t Elvira be mad, having missed out on such a thing. That thought made him even happier, and he rushed forward to hit the dog’s leg with his body before turning and running as fast as his puppy paws could carry him.
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