So instead I leaned against the cart and talked to them while they lay panting in the shade of the log palace. I told them that I hoped they would be safe and happy on Ram Island, and that I hoped they would come back here in December. I told Bertie and Balzac and The Major that they had been very kind to young Fred.
I told them that I would miss them. And I will. They are comical and lovable fellows.