Leo walked up to the microphone. He could barely see over the edge of the lectern. The room collectively softened by about twenty percent at the sight of his messy hair and serious eyes.
“Um… hi,” he said. His voice echoed slightly in the microphone. “I’m Leo. I’m the kid with the dog.”
A few people smiled.
“Barnaby didn’t mean to be bad,” he blurted continue reading …
