Molly watched Janis' pantomimes with some measure of amusement. But she was not very good at charades, particularly when they involved cute little rodents. She was beginning to shake her head to tell her she didn't know what on earth she was talking about when she heard the hoarse name leave her lips.
"Oh! Corduroy!" She slipped off her perch on the edge of the bench after shedding her backpack and knelt down to peer under the benches. Molly was good with animals, but there were some who didn't like her. It was just the way it was. Still when she saw the rat, she extended her hand to it and called in a soft cooing voice, "Heerree, Cordy boy. C'mere."
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