Ginger Pop took fits and died. A perplexed Woo searched garden, basement, and Studio. Old Koko relaxed now that there was no one for him to vanquish. Woo was without a dog chum. Both creatures found life flavourless. As the months rolled by they drew a little closer on…
I sat by the Studio fire patching one of Woo’s dresses; the dogs and monkey were sprawled round, sleeping. Woo sat up, stretched first one leg and then the other, yawned—every hair on her body stood at attention; she shook a great shake, beginning at her nose and ending…
Outside, everything dripped; inside all gloomed. The monkey’s scarlet apron was the only gay spot this grey day. She sat warming spread toes in front of the Studio fire. Ginger was alert for play, but Woo was pensive. The telephone whizzed, “May I bring a stranger to your studio?”…
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