While the rain slowly poured down the rooftops in Spain, the same storm was dumping water in Paris too, pooling at the edge of the buildings and seeping slowly into the Seine. Tintin, our hero, was undaunted. He held his chin high and walked quietly along the Rue Sienna, looking for his beloved dog.
| Just when he was beginning to give up hope, a small "yip" from a dark alleyway caused Tintin to spin about and yell out "Snowy? Come on, boy!" Within moments, there was a happy reunion in the rain between the boy reporter and his faithful - but ever- curious - pet. |