“Are you sure this isn’t some kind of a trick?” Captain Wolf squinted hard at Herman who had politely introduced himself to the captain, their five-person crew, Scarlet and, once again, Bijou.
At the sound of a human voice flowing from Herman’s mouth, Scarlet screeched, “The dog’s talking! The dog’s talking!” Her eyes rolled back in her head and she toppled over in a faint.
It looked like no real harm was done. Scarlet began to regain consciousness. The distraction gave Herman just the opportunity he was hoping for—a chance to take Bijou aside.
A lot has happened since our last meeting, Herman thought, half-afraid to look at Bijou for fear she would drift away like a beautiful white cloud. Bijou was so close, he could make out the little pattern of curly, poodle fur covering her snow-colored forepaws.
Good thing I ate that dog biscuit, Herman told himself. The box said, “Keeps doggie breath in check.” Sure hope it works.
“Thanks for delivering the envelope with the red star on it, Bijou. Without your help, I’d still be chained to that smelly stove.”
Bijou forced a big smile, determined to hide her alarm at how haggard and thin Herman appeared. Why even his beautiful black eyes have lost some of their luster, she noticed, saddened by his painful ordeal.
Bijou cocked her head to one side, her little bow mouth turning up at the corners in a mischievous smile. “How could we meet again if I didn’t make certain Victoria read that letter?” Bijou placed her dainty paw ever so gently on Herman’s somewhat scraggly one.
Bijou’s touch sent shock waves racing up and down Herman’s spine. His normally wiry hair straightened as if he had stuck his paw in an electrical outlet. Herman’s flying-saucer eyes stared unblinking into space. Red, green and blue lights exploded in his head and a crooked, cartoon-smile froze comically on his face.
Bijou giggled into her paw at the hilarious sight. I do believe I’m having quite an effect on that dog, she mused. I'd better leave him alone. He might be embarrassed if I’m still here. Bijou thoughtfully returned to Scarlet’s side.
“Oh no,” Herman groaned regaining his senses. “She’s gone. I made a fool of myself.”
Scarlet was sitting up now, looking less pale. Victoria inwardly scolded herself for not warning her friend about Herman.
“Captain Wolf,” announced Victoria. “What you see and hear is the real thing. And it’s everyone’s job to make certain that no one, and I mean no one, catches so much as a glimpse of Herman.” Victoria aimed her famous “I mean business” look at Captain Wolf, Scarlet, and the entire crew. I’m relying on all of you to carry out my orders. I’ve had each of your favorite foods and other supplies stored on board. Plus, my personal chef is here to cook for you. All I ask, my dear friends, is that you communicate only with me. If the public hears about Herman you can imagine the mess it would create. And it would put our poor friend here in great danger.”
In less than a week the authorities granted Victoria legal custody of Herman. The tough little critter grew stronger with every passing day. Anything less would be impossible considering the attention and care he received, especially from a snow-white poodle.