So, Tom follows Lucinda.
Tom and Lucinda weaved through the afternoon meandering this way, hopping that way. They traced a route back through towards the town square. The festivities celebrating his dog’s life dwindled to the last of the humans who were not really sure why they were there, but came for the watermelon spitting contest and fair games.
Lucinda led him towards the statue of “Christopher in Bronze.” She snapped her fingers and script burned into his marble base.
Hey, Human! You found it! There is a place I want to show you. To get there you must