Thomas Kinkade Footprints in the sand

Thomas Kinkade Footprints in the sandThomas Kinkade Fisherman's WharfThomas Kinkade elegant evening
the quayside he shook himself, sending great sheets of water flying in all directions, till his fur was standing up thickly again. Then he bent to take the black object in his teeth once more and dragged it along to where his armor lay. It was a dead seal.
"lorek," said the , lorek."
"Where's your balloon?" said Lyra to the Texan.
"Packed away in two sledges," he said. "Here comes the boss."
John Faa and Farder Coram, together with the sysselman, came down the quay with four armed paeronaut, standing up lazily and keeping his pistol firmly fixed on the sysselman. "Howdy."The bear looked up and growled briefly, before ripping the seal open with one claw. Lyra watched fascinated as he laid the skin out flat and tore off strips of blubber, which he then rubbed all over his armor, packing it carefully into the places where the plates moved over one another."Are you with these people?" the bear said to Lee Scoresby as he worked."Sure. I guess we're both hired handsolicemen.