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The Adventures of Peg and Olie, Part 3

The saga continues

The dogs were eating out, too. They licked at the remains of meals in Styrofoam take-out containers. Gulped stray French fries and lapped up melted milkshakes.

Peg killed a bird. She didn’t even plan to, she had never done it before, she just did it, and there it was. It was feathery, and full of little bones.

Eating out can seem fun and glamorous, when you are eating the same chow, every day. You wouldn’t think you could get tired of it. But you can. It doesn’t take long.

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One way of putting what was happening with Olie and Peg might be to say they were lost. Peg was leaning toward that theory. Nothing looked right. Nothing smelled familiar. And it was taking a long, long time.

Olie was an optimist. They had probably been sleeping in the car when the family drove through this part. And riding in the car was faster than walking. Or at least it seemed faster, because you could sleep.

Those mountains, though, those snow-capped mountains. Neither of them had ever seen anything like that before. Those mountains were something to wonder about.

What the heck, thought Olie. But he kept that thought to himself. He kept his ears cocked, all sprightly. He didn’t let on.


Tune in for the final installment of Peg and Olie’s adventures, from As Easy As Falling Off the Face of the Earth, by Lynne Rae Perkins!

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