Cricket," said the first pup nervously.
"I'm Sweet Molly Malone," said
"We are twins," they said together.
"Are you IDENTICAL twins?" asked
"No, we are FURternal twins,
and we are running away because the Grand Beagle is going to make us live
in different places."
"And who exactly is the Grand
Beagle?" asked Wiggle, sensing she already knew what they were going to
say and trying to hold back a giggle.
"She is a little old lady who
runs this pawphanage," said Molly, hoping Wiggle would help them
"Did she TELL you that you are
going to live apart?" asked Wiggle.
"Not exactly," confessed Cricket,
"but we are not taking any chances!"
Wiggle was smiling and slightly
amused by the girls' tale.
"The head of the "pawphanage,"
as you call it, is named Grannie Annie," said Wiggle, "she is not a Grand
"She is not a beagle at all.
We have been tricked!" complained the girls, "you cannot trust uprights!"
Wiggle smiled gently.
"You two haven't been around
very much. How old are you?"
"We are ONE years old," they
said together. "And we have run out of hope."
"It is impawsible to run out
of hope," Wiggle told them. "But lots of folks misplace their hope
and don't know where to find it. Be very very quiet and see if you
can you feel something special in the air" she said.
"Well," said Molly, "We saw some
pretty light. I thought it was FireFlies. Cricket thought
it was the fairies. But when we followed it, we ended up right back