He knew he could find Molly. He’d know her smell anywhere! He had wriggled out of the window quite easily, and fallen into the flower bed, but it didn’t matter. Molly was going to be so pleased to see him! Only – he had been expecting to find her by now. Molly’s house was on the edge of the village, and though Max didn’t know it, he was going completely the wrong way, heading out of Tilford village and away from the school where Molly had been. He had taken a few turns that looked interesting, passing some more houses like Molly’s. Instinctively he’d avoided crossing any roads. The village was very quiet, but a few cars did come past, and he’d been scared. He shrank back against the fences and hedges as he heard them coming, great rushing roaring things that he sensed were dangerous. He kept well tucked in against the hedges, and no one saw him. Now he was heading along the road that led to Stambridge, a small town several miles away. It was so nice to be outside, and he trotted along happily for a while, covering a big distance for such a small dog.
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