[Tyson] looked him over with that massive baby-brown eye. “You are not dead. I like it when you are not dead.”
Ella fluttered to the ground and began preening her feathers. “Ella found a dog,” she announced. “A large dog. And a Cyclops.” Was she blushing?
Before Percy could decide, his black mastiff pounced on him, knocking Percy to the ground and barking so loudly that even Arion backed up. “Hey, Mrs. O'Leary,” Percy said. “Yeah, I love you, too, girl. Good dog.”
Hazel squeaked. “You have a hellhound named Mrs. O'Leary?”
“Long story.

Autor: Rick Riordan

[Tyson] looked him over with that massive baby-brown eye. “You are not dead. I like it when you are not dead.” <br />Ella fluttered to the ground and began preening her feathers. “Ella found a dog,” she announced. “A large dog. And a Cyclops.” Was she blushing?<br />Before Percy could decide, his black mastiff pounced on him, knocking Percy to the ground and barking so loudly that even Arion backed up. “Hey, Mrs. O'Leary,” Percy said. “Yeah, I love you, too, girl. Good dog.” <br />Hazel squeaked. “You have a hellhound named Mrs. O'Leary?”<br />“Long story. - Rick Riordan


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