The Little Brook gurgled over the pebbles, sparkling in the sunlight, and swirling in little pools dammed up with little stone bridges.
Dory smiled at George. Ok George, I’m all ears.
Well, Dory, you were asking why I didn’t help you, despite being with you every step of the way on your adventures.
Well, yeah! said Dory, somewhat indignantly. I mean, what are friends for?
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