[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; line-height: 14px; border-radius: 0px; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; color: silver; font-family: verdana; width: 400px; min-height: 100px; float:center;]Although he had been given an explanation, Hughes was still confused as to why Landon had wings. He was fairly smart, but he wasn't a genius. He'd heard of angels before, even getting his paws on a book on them somehow, reading up about them and their roles. It was kind of sad to think that he had died, but if so, shouldn't he be up in Heaven with Jesus and God and everyone else? He was also intrigued by the religion itself, deciding he'd ask about it too when he saw the dog around. Maybe he could figure out how to get wings himself.
As it so happened, the pup came across him in camp, finding him at the perfect time to ask some questions. He bounded up excitedly, grinning from ear to ear. "Hi! Can I ask you some questions, mister?" he asked. "What could I do to get some wings? Do I have to ask God and Jesus for some? How do I meet them, anyway? Oh, what's Heaven like? Where is it?" he started without waiting for a response, blurting out everything on his mind.