“Harold, are we going the right way?”
Harold looked at Amelia reproachfully and continued trudging uphill.
“You wanted a holiday,” he muttered. “On an island, you said. Where it’s green and lush. You specified.”
“I can hear you grousing,” called Amelia. “At least stop for a snack.”
They reached the hilltop. Grudgingly, Harold paused and bit a tuft of grass. It was indeed lush.
“All this ‘baa baa baa’,” said Amelia. “Do try to enjoy the holiday. Look — humans.”
They watched the humans for a while, then ate some more grass. Harold nuzzled Amelia, his grumpiness melting in the sunshine.
The Tiny Library 