Bob and Sophie each receive a tiny piece of puff pastry from the bakers wife . Later they are given slivers of croissant by the waitress at the cafe under the arcades. Each of the donors receives a lick of gratitude in return . The beer and absinthe crowd wave. By the time we're back from town the early morning mist has lifted. A passionate '' where have you been ? I've not seen you in years " reunion with ' the font '. Then it's out onto the lane, across the village green to the fire hydrant, a detour to stroke the horse and a pause to listen to the frogs in the village pond.
Another rite of passage. The butcher drops off a bag of bones at the front gate . ( ' The font ' had asked for some earlier in the week but he'd given them all away to the hunters dogs ). Two small jarret de boeuf are chosen . Bob and Sophie eye them suspiciously . Tails down . After initial reticence it doesn't take long for the pups to discover the taste of marrow. Sophie munches away happily. Bob decides to bury his bone for later. Having hidden it he can't find it again. Amid howls of unhappiness his flock have to spend quarter of an hour trying to discover where he's put it. We can't. He gets a replacement bone.
How quickly they grow.