Then, he retreated, heart pounding, to watch from the safety of his home. Peering through the window, Jeremy’s anxiety peaked as he observed the dog. It hadn’t moved, still hunched protectively over its hidden cargo. Doubt gnawed at him—had he failed again?
The minutes stretched, each one feeling like an eternity as the snow swirled more furiously around them. But then, a small movement caught Jeremy’s eye. The dog’s head lifted slightly, its nostrils flaring as it sniffed the air, the scent of the sausages finally reaching it.