It was windy and slow on the way from Le Mans to Chateauroux. They passed wheatfields and sunflowers, and rode through grey towns. Farky caught up to Sweezus.
Sweezus: Hey,Farky! You look grim.
Farky: I keep thinking about what Molly told me.
Sweezus: What did she tell you? Tell me.
Farky: She's reading a book called The Sailor Who Fell from Grace wth the Sea. This gang of very smart thirteen year old boys hate dads and their leader talks them into killing the new dad of one of the boys.
Sweezus: That doesn't sound like suitable reading for a dachshund.
Farky: First they ritually kill a kitten.
Sweezus: Shit! Is this book Japanese?
Farky: How did you know?
Sweezus: I think I've read it. It's very disturbing.
Farky: It disturbed Molly. She's up to the final chapter. She knows what's going to happen because of the kitten and she doesn't know whether to read it.
Sweezus: Tell her to read it. It's not quite as bad as she thinks.
Farky: Alright. But poor Molly. It's upsetting her ideas about literature.
Sweezus: How is that bad?
Farky: You're right. How is that bad?
Sweezus: By the way, looks like today's going to be another victory for Mark Cavendish. Does he have a dog?
Farky: He does, but it's dead.
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