“The last thing he was reported to
have said before he died was, ‘I love  
you,’ to his trainer.”                 
     “That’s sad,” Beth said, “but also
kind of nice, ya know?”                
     “I do,” I told her, because that  
story hit me in the same way, but after
looking at the clock, added, “but guys,
I gotta finish my Journal, and then get
a little sleep, before we start our    
patrol tonight.”                       
     Darryl took the hint, and after we
complimented him on the awesome dinner,
he said his goodbyes and was gone.     
     I immediately went back upstairs  
and was actually able to catch up with 
a little time to spare.                
     I laid down on the bed, and Beth  
wanted to talk about Darryl.           
     “He was all greased up, wearing a 
* Tux, and those big glasses,” she said,   
laughed, and then added, “Before I     
could think of anything to say, he     
announced that he was here to cook     
dinner and be our butler for a couple  
hours. I like him. He's funny.”        
     “Yes, he is,” I said, laying my   
head back on the pillow and closing my 
eyes to catch up on a little sleep.    
     Beth woke me a few minutes later, 
and we went out on patrol. She also had
another tea party.                     
     Still, six nights in a row with   
not one animal needing to be rescued,  
and believe me, that's awesome, but as 
usual, it wouldn't be official until I 
read the online newspapers and         
confirmed it.                          



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