day fifty-one and footprints

“Footprints? Where?” said Fred.

“Outside! In the snow! I forgot to look for the spy's footprints!” said Ron.

Ron ran out on to the ledge outside the Soup Shack, with Fred still on his shoulder.

“Look! Here! Footprints!” cried Ron.

“Goat's,” said Fred.

“Here!” said Ron.

“Hare's,” said Fred.

“These big ones – they're all over the place!” shouted Ron, running around crazily.

“Yours!” said Fred. “You nincompoop!”

“Nndf!”said Ron, deflatedly.

“Well.... how about these? They're different,” said Ron.

Fred had a long look.

“Wolf's!” said Fred.

“Whuh-huh!” they both said, and quickly went inside again and closed the door.

© David Severn 2012