″‘Hop on my back,’ he says. ‘Look into the water and tell me what you see.’
Sighing, Magpie does as he asks. Reflected in the water are clouds and sky and trees- and something else.
‘I see a strange new creature!’ she says.
‘That is us,’ says Dog. ‘Now hold on tight!‘”
“Then I give myself a good scratch. But there’s this one spot I can’t reach, rich in the middle of my back. One time it got so bad, I let someone scratch it.”