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car that afternoon. They were on their way to visit some caves with underground waterfalls that her dad had found a leaflet on, but she couldn’t seem to feel excited about it.
    “Are you all right, Jasmine?” her mumasked. “The caves should be fun, you know. Lots of interesting stuff to see.”
    “I know,” Jasmine said, forcing a smile.
    It didn’t work. “You’re upset about the puppy, aren’t you?” her mum said gently. “But Jasmine, you must have known the vet would try to find his owners. They’ll be desperate to find him, and I’m sure he misses them too.”
    “I suppose,” Jasmine muttered. Actually, she couldn’t help feeling that whoever had lost Lucky didn’t deserve to have him, letting him run off and get hurt.
    “It might even be another girl like you, Jasmine,” her dad put in. “Imagine if Lucky was yours, and you’d lost him, think how upset you’d be.”
    “I wouldn’t have lost him!” Jasmine burst out. “Sorry,” she sniffed through her tears. “I know we can’t have him, but he’s so sweet, and I’ve always wanted a dog, and just finding him like that, it seemed so perfect…”
    “And you’d been dreaming of keeping him,” her mum sighed. “Oh, Jasmine, I know. He is gorgeous. But he really does belong to someone else. And besides, a dog…it would be such a lot of work…” But she looked thoughtfully at Jasmine’s dad as she said it.
    Jasmine blew her nose firmly. “Sorry. I’m all right now. Can we go to the caves? Will there be diamonds, or anything?” she said, trying hard to sound enthusiastic. It didn’t really work, but Jasmine’s dad gave her mum another thoughtful look. 

    “Molly! Hey, Molly, wait!”
    Molly and her mum turned round to see Amy dashing towards her, followed by her big sister Sarah. “Are you going out looking for Max again? We saw you go past and Mum says me and Sarah can come and help if you like.”
    “If that’s OK,” Sarah added to Molly’s mum.
    Molly managed a small smile. It was really sweet of Amy to want to help. “We’re putting up these posters,” she explained, holding one out.
    Amy looked at the photo. “Oh, he looks so gorgeous,” she said sadly. “Posters are a really good idea. Are you going to put them up in the supermarket? My gran did that when her cat went missing, and someone phoned her the next day to say they’d seen him.”
    “I hadn’t thought of putting them in shops, Amy,” Molly’s mum said. “That’s very helpful. I should think most of the shops in the high street would let us.”
    Molly nodded hopefully. “Yes, then anyone coming in from the holiday cottages along the cliffs to do their shopping would see them.”
    They shared out rolls of sticky tape and walked quickly along the street, taping the posters on to lamp posts and pinning them to fences. Molly kept having to stare into Max’s beautiful big eyes as she stuck his picture up all over the village. It was so hard.
    Amy put an arm round Molly’s shoulders. “Hey,” she murmured. “You never know. In a couple of days we’ll probably be coming round and taking them all down because we’ve found him.” She smiled at Molly, who wished she could feel so positive.

    It was probably just natural puppy healing power that made Lucky’s leg get better so quickly, but Jasmine liked to think that his new name had something to do with it. That and all the cuddles, games of hide-the-squeaky-bone , and snoozing on her lap that he’d been having. How could henot get well when everyone loved him so much?
    “He really is doing brilliantly,” Mike said, shaking his head in amazement as he watched Lucky skidding across the floor after a new toy that Jasmine had brought with her on Wednesday morning, a fluffy knotted rope that had cost a considerable amount of her holiday spending money. “He’ll be ready to go soon,” Mike added thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have kept him for so long, except that I was hoping his owner might