Page 85 of For the Birds

“Oh, my stars and garters!” Neely Kate said. “Where’d shego?”

I shook my head. “I don’tknow.”

Then I saw her furry butt as she backed out of an aisle with her teeth clamped on someone’s pants. She dug her back feet in and tugged, but whoever she had a grip on dragged her back out of sight. My mouth dropped in shock. Surely that wasn’t Muffy. She’d never do such a thing, but how many little white, wiry-haired dogs were hanging out in Walmart?

“Muffy’s attackin’ someone!”

“What?” Neely Kate shouted.

I took off running, trying to figure out a logical reason for Muffy to do such a thing. She’d only ever reacted that way with badguys.

“Get off me!” an elderly woman shouted, waving at Muffy with a baguette. “Goaway.”

I froze, certain I recognized the voice. “Miss Mildred?”

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