“I’m after a mugger,” said Scout.“A hugger?” said Clyde. He was a little deaf. “I would imagine you receive plenty of hugs. They probably come to you. Why would you have to go after them?”“NO!” said Ike. “MMMMugger, you nitwit.” He made m-m-m-m noises with his lips.”
Nancy T. Lucas“I’m after a mugger,” said Scout.“A hugger?” said Clyde. He was a little deaf. “I would imagine you receive plenty of hugs. They probably come to you. Why would you have to go after them?”“NO!” said Ike. “MMMMugger, you nitwit.” He made m-m-m-m noises with his lips.”
Nancy T. Lucas, The Missing Boston Terriers of Smith Street“See?” said Scout to Benne who tried to melt into the ground by becoming very flat. “See what happens when you don’t listen? When you go off and do whatever and you have no idea what you’re doing?”“Yes,” agreed Chisolm sternly, frowning at Benne.“Yes, it’s very clear what happens,” said Zap.“Yes,” agreed Zip. “You get a purple fire-breathing dragon that has no idea how to fly instead of a cynical mule.”
Nancy T. Lucas, The Springer Spaniel Mysteries (#4) Complete Series“From Chapter 11 "Rainy Day Puppy" ("The Missing Tulip Bulbs"): The next few days were hard on the family. It rained. It was cold. Winter had returned. The puppy grew and gained energy equal to a neutron bomb. He bounced and chewed and barked.Everyone was exhausted, except for the puppy. -”
Nancy T. Lucas, The Missing Tulip Bulbs: A Springer Spaniel Mystery