Chapter 18:
If the neighbours saw a lion prowling about on the pavement and nudging a tennis ball. They were not showing it.

Usually, Foo dogs were made as lion statues mounted at the entrance of the Chinese elite homes, a temple or a palace to show wealth.

They were guardian spirits known to bring good luck depending on the colour of their fur.

They were not dogs in technicality but lions.

"Elvis."

He made a quick growling noise when he regarded Maks with intelligent brown eyes.

Maks nodded in respect then teared up and ran to him when his tongue stuck out. Elvis bounded over him and licked his face.

Elvis pushed him upright with his head.

"You're gonna have to leave." He said with sadness. His head lowered.

Elvis made a hollow throaty sound expressing uncertainty. His head tilted and he pushed up into Maks's hands. Maks looked up at him.

"No, you belong at PASS... that's where I found you."

Elvis sat up regally.

Maks saw a fur mark on its arm.

'To Maks Anderson. Owner of the Imperial Foo
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