The Sanctuary
BarKockalotte had heard many things about the Sanctuary.
Some said no one there was afraid, and no dogs were ever mean. Everyone lived happily and had everything they needed.
The more he heard, the more certain he became that he belonged there.
In the backyard, he found LeDrun meditating beneath the maple tree, sunlight resting across his shell.
“Woof. Woof,” BarKockalotte greeted.
“You know about the Sanctuary, don’t you? Tell me all about it.”
“Why?”
“So you can take me there. You are a magical tortoise.”
“You have never been there.”
“That is why I need directions.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“It is the safest, happiest, richest place in the universe.”