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I crossed paths with them back at the Virginia border and they haven’t left me since. That was weeks ago. This neck of the woods looks familiar. I reckon we’re close to Kentucky now. They’re bickering so loud, I doubt we’ll make it to where I'm trying to go. We’re likely already being trailed. Could be the lions. Or maybe the monkeys. They’re an awfully patient lot... Back when I was travelling with Lassy and Tom, they trailed us all the way from Wisconsin to New York before snatching up the both of ‘em. Tore ‘em apart right then and there. Real slow too. Picked up her heart locket when it was finished. It was the only thing left of her. I saw it all go down from behind a bush. Lassy looked at me with those big, watery eyes of hers, begging me to save her son. I bet she remembered what I told her before. What I tell them all.
