Published by The Dalles High School students, June edition, page 12 WHEN HE CAME HOME He disappeared about a year ago. It just about broke our mother's heart. You see the nurse and Bob, (that was his name), and I went to the park that afternoon because it was so nice and cool there and we could play in the pond and have just lots of fun. But Bob didn't seem to want to play that day no matter how hard I coaxed him. He just hung around the nurse and that man she always met when we came to the park. I guess that's why she was so willing to go there. So I went off alone to watch the monkeys. I stayed away for about an hour. And as I was returning down the path I could see all three of them sitting on the bench. Our nurse was in the center and the man and Bob on each side of her. Just as I was watching them the man jumped up and hurriedly grabbed his hat and started on a fast walk down the path toward the opposite end of the park. Bob sat there looking at him rather queerly, then he started on a run down the path after him. The nurse called to him to come back but he didn't pay any attention, he just kept going until they both disappeared outside the park gates. That was the last we saw of him until a week ago. Mother almost worshiped him. He's only eleven, and very intelligent. We always thought that the man kidnapped him. We were all sitting in the living room reading with all of the doors open, --it was so hot. We heard the screen at the front door slam and then a noise in the hall. Then we all looked and there in the doorway stood Bob. After we had got through mauling him we tried to get him to tell his story, but he only shook his head sadly, and stood there looking at us for he was only a little, black, curly dog. - Loyal Kirk, '20 Submitted by Earline Wasser