"We're never gonna find him, " said Jimmy as he cracked Sparky's leash like whip.
Johnny kicked a dented Clabber Girl can accross rail road tracks and exhaled. His breath showed.
"I'm gonna cut school and look for him," he said.
"It's Thursday, you have that algebra test," replied Jimmy.
"Algebra is for eggheads."
A big gust of wind cut through their wool duffel coats and blew a pizza box to Jimmy's legs. Sparky loved pizza.