[Soon, the little Snubbull is rapt. Her chin rests on her paws as she leans in, forgetting her troubles in the story.]
That's amazing! Was he living as a bushranger out in the tall grass on the routes?
He must have been very brave.
[Steve rocks back on her heels.] Thank you for telling me. That was a good story. It was a really good story.
But...
[The corners of her lugubrious eyes draw down. She casts a troubled glance over her shoulder, toward the sound of blows that has continued steadily beneath the man's narrative.
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That's amazing! Was he living as a bushranger out in the tall grass on the routes?
He must have been very brave.
[Steve rocks back on her heels.] Thank you for telling me. That was a good story. It was a really good story.
But...
[The corners of her lugubrious eyes draw down. She casts a troubled glance over her shoulder, toward the sound of blows that has continued steadily beneath the man's narrative.
Her snubs become small.]
Cops are the good guys.