‘Hell-ooo!’ yelled Landen from his study. ‘Do you like surprises?’ ‘
When they’re nice ones!’ I yelled back.
Pickwick returned to my side, plock-plocked some more and tugged the leg of my jeans. He scuttled off into the kitchen again and waited for me at his basket. Intrigued, I followed. I could see the reason for his excitement. In the middle of the basket, amongst a large heap of shredded paper, was an egg.