Instead of worrying about how he was going to tell Noah that he couldn’t keep his promise, Charles had started thinking about the letter he was going to write. As soon as he got home, Charles went to find Honey. “Come on, sweetie,” he said. “I need you for inspiration.” Charles grabbed Mr. Duck and showed the raggedy stuffed toy to Honey. She barked happily and wagged her tail as she jumped for it. Holding the toy just out of Honey’s reach, Charles carried Mr. Duck upstairs. Honey followed him right into his room. “Good girl!” said Charles, tossing Mr. Duck to the frisky pup. Then Charles lay down on the floor with Honey, and the two of them played tug-of-war for a while. Honey made Charles laugh out loud when she shook Mr. Duck so that his flapping wings smacked her in the nose. Then it was time to get to work. Charles let Honey have Mr. Duck to chew on. When he sat down at his desk and opened his notebook, a picture fell out. It was the picture Noah had drawn of the boy and his service dog.
