The Absence of mr. Bentley is going on a year. Our fears was stronger that his. We fared for his survival while he was busy taking care of his with adapting. There is a thing as” call of the wild”. It’s the acclimatization of the senses to the immediate surroundings.
Bently had adjusted. He had defined his territory around Syncona. In the Mornings, we would let him out to explore and signify.
He had his spots to piss. With the grounds so large he would divide the task into sessions. There was the attack on the selected Bushes. Bushes that he would not venture into, but had to announce his presence. He knew whomever is in there, beware, I have this area covered, clear out. …
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