Notes

There was chicken in that bag, and Bone and I knew it. My mouth started to water and I drooled as I stood at the edge of the field, separated from the chicken by two lanes of cars. When a truck whizzed by me, I jumped back, yelping. But Bone looked as though he were getting ready to run - to bolt across the road and hope for the best. Suddenly one of the cars that had just sped by pulled to the side of the road and screeched to a stop.....