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Misha had a two-year-old dog called Gandalf, a search and rescue dog. Misha had trained him for a year with South Carolina Search and Rescue Dog Association.

Misha would train Gandalf whenever she had time. She would give him something like a shoe to smell, then hide it and say to him, "Find, boy!" Hearing this, Gandalf would race off. Soon he would turn up with the very object in his mouth, looking up at her and wagging(摆动)his tail happily. Misha was sure that together, they two would make a brilliant team.

Last Sunday, a 12-year-old boy Michael disappeared from his group's campsite in Doughton Park, 7000 rough acres in the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina. A massive search had been launched, but for 3 days there was barely a track of the boy. The rescue teams were about to lose hope when Misha and Gandalf stepped in.

But this was their first real job. Gandalf would have to pick up the missing boy's smell in the air after three days, a challenging task for even the sharpest animal.

Misha gathered her team of six other members, and they headed north. A sister team had been searching the woods through the night. Misha's team would take over later that rainy morning.

All the searchers found were some dropped potato chips west of Michael's campsite. They'd obtained an unwashed T-shirt from Michael's backpack that hadn't been touched by anyone else and handled it with gloves, carefully cutting it into smaller pieces and sealing(密封) them up in plastic bags.

At 8 a.m. Misha's team were briefed on every detail about Michael. Misha carefully studied his picture to lock his image in her mind. She pulled a bright yellow jacket over Gandalf's head. It had large letters on each side saying "RESCUE", which made Gandalf look like a solider.

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Then Misha opened a bag containing the pieces of Michael's shirt.

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The rescue team were about to stop when Gandalf suddenly slowed down nearby a ruined castle (城堡)

Outside my kitchen window, there are people all over the place. We had lived in this house for a year and I knew everyone on the block, except Mrs. Miller, the old woman who lived by herself two doors down. She almost never left the house.

I thought it was time to get to know her. I carried my baby and set out to meet the neighbor. As I came to her house, Mrs. Miller's black dog looked at me. The dog was old, but she was always standing guard. I thought at least Mrs. Miller had someone to look after her. She needed more than a dog to rely on. I knocked on the front door.

"Come in!" Mrs. Miller said when she saw us, feeling a little surprised. "Have a seat here in the livingroom." I had only just sat down when her phone rang. Mrs. Miller received two phone calls.

When she answered and came back, she said, "I'm sorry, dear. It's just the neighbors calling to check in. Susan on the street was asking if she could pick up my groceries (食品杂货). The boys next door offered to take care of my garden."

"How nice it is," I thought. "Do you have children?" I asked. "No. It was just Mr. Miller and myself until he passed away." "I'm so sorry," I said. "You must have family. n She replied, "A sister. But we're both in poor health and it's difficult for us to visit each other." She pointed to her painful legs.

"Can you get to a doctor?" I asked. She said, "Oh, there's a nurse who usually comes to check on my health." Then her face became serious. She added, "Margo used to pick up my medicine every Monday. But she has just moved out of town."

I knew what she was thinking: What would she do without Margo?

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"I could take over for Margo," I said.

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When Christmas arrived, I decided to help Mrs. Miller prepare for the festival. 

In our weekly staff meeting, our editor Ashley was not pleased with the quality of our reporting. "Our readership is way down. We need better stories for this Thursday's school newspaper. Does anybody have any ideas?" she said.

I handed her my article about our basketball team beating Deerfield High School the previous night by one point. "Sports stories are fun," she said, "but not good enough for the front page. We need something to really get people's attention."

After our meeting, we left the newsroom together and heard someone screaming, "Perry is missing!" Perry was a big red parrot and had been our school mascot(吉祥物) for ten years. He played an important role in students' lives, both in and out of class. He had also been a constant presence at school events, inspiring a sense of unity among students.

Everyone gathered around Perry's empty cage, heartbroken. Suddenly, a student from the crowd came over and showed me a photo. "You're a reporter for the school paper, right? I happened to take this yesterday," he said. In the photo was a Deerfield High School basketball player with something large hidden under his shirt around the size of a parrot.

"He must have stolen Perry to get back at(报复) us for winning the game!" Ashley cried. We hurried back to the newsroom, agreeing to run the photo on the front page with the headline "Deerfield Stole Perry". "This is just the story we need. Everyone will read it," Ashley said confidently.

After she left, I took a closer look at the photo. The clock in the background read 4:15 p.m., but our game against Deerfield hadn't started until 4:30 p.m. Why would the boy have taken Perry before we even played? An uneasy feeling came over me that we might have falsely accused someone.

I went to Perry's usual caretaker to ask if he knew Perry was missing. "He's not missing. He's retired. He's ready for some quieter days," he said. Learning the truth, I immediately told Ashley and suggested writing a story to say goodbye to Perry.

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To my surprise, Ashley insisted on reporting the "Deerfield Stole Perry" story. 

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On Thursday, the paper came out with the headline "Bye Bye, Perry" on the front page.

My parents came to the US from India in the 1960s, along with other immigrants from India. Back then, there were few Indians anywhere around the US. My father came to Kansas,where he would get his Ph.D. Six months later, my mother came with the three of us kids — my sister, my brother, and me. We were just six,five and three years old then.

It was the very first winter when we were in Kansas. It was so cold,but we didn't have heavy coats or warm clothes. We didn't have a concept of how cold it really could be in the Midwest, and there was a new surprise every day. We didn't have a car or anything like that, and my dad didn't have a US driver's license. But anyway, my father was studying for his Ph.D. , and he would walk up and down a big hill to and from the campus on a regular basis.

Since I was three years old, I didn't go to school, but my sister and brother were in school. My father had to walk down the big hill to take them to school every day and then walk back up the hill to go to university.After about three weeks of living like this, a woman called Valerie,whose son John was in the same class as my brother, started noticing them. On a very cold snowy morning,when they went to school as usual,Valerie passed by. She pulled up and said, "I see you on the way every day. Don't you feel cold without coats?"My father responded,"We didn't expect the weather would be so cold in Kansas."Valerie said,"Maybe I can take your daughter and son to school. Would you like a ride?"

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Hearing that, my dad nodded with great joy.

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Later, Valerie and her family became so dear to my family.