16
DOG GUY
“I’ll trade the sock for a carrot, how about that?”
Lennox faced off with Brian in the living room, one of them on each side of the coffee table. This morning, Lennox had made the mistake of hitting the snooze button, and when he finally rolled over, his head pounding, Brian had smacked him in the face with one half of his second-favourite pair of socks. Tartan cashmere socks that Tally had brought him from Scotland, and they were softer than clouds. Which Lennox knew was technically impossible since clouds were a colloidal mixture of water droplets and air, but they felt soft, and that was the important thing.
Brian spat out the sock and leapt over the table, scattering Lego bricks in his wake. The Lego had been another gift, this time from Kevin. Apparently, Lennox needed
