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Max looked up at her with his big, brown eyes, then to her complete surprise, he spoke.
“Of course, I understand you, Mrs. Thompson. I’ve been listening to you all these years,” Max said with a wag of his tail.
Mrs. Thompson nearly dropped her teacup in shock. “You… you can talk?” she gasped, her eyes wide in disbelief.
Max sat up straight, his tail still wagging, and nodded. “Yes, I can. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell you.”
At first, Mrs. Thompson thought she had imagined it. But Max spoke again, his voice clear as day.