Owen looked down at the fragile bundle, barely moving. “Maybe the dog… I don’t know. Maybe it kept the top sealed somehow.” Clara thought for a moment. “The sides were soaked, but the top was almost dry. You noticed that?”
“Yeah,” Tom said. “We all did.” She nodded slowly, the realization forming as she spoke. “Then it wasn’t just lying there. It was keeping the mud from leaking in. Like a lid.” Tom gave a small, disbelieving laugh. “You think it knew what it was doing?”