The pup opened his mouth. No sound came out. He tried again. Still nothing.
At dawn, they emerged in St. James’s Park. The white pup blinked at the sun. He saw grass. He saw a puddle. And he saw ninety-nine other Dalmatians—Patch’s entire family—waiting in a vast, spotted crescent. 101 dalmatas
Patch stepped forward. He did not bark. He did not lick. He simply lay down, pressed his spotted nose to the white pup’s nose, and breathed. The pup opened his mouth