Los perros valiosos

Previously

…Luna sighed, a soft gust of air. “Barnaby, you know how these things are. They start with a whisper and end with a wild goose chase. Remember the Great Squeaky Toy of Everlasting Squeaks? We spent three days digging up Mrs. Henderson’s prize-winning petunias for that.” “But this is different, Luna!” Barnaby insisted, his eyes alight with the fire of adventure. “This is the Golden Bone! The legends are clear. It lies beyond the Whispering Woods.” The mention of the Whispering Woods sent a slight shiver through the group. Even Rusty, usually brimming with boisterous energy, seemed to hesitate for a fraction of a second. The Whispering Woods were a place of