Mr Teller, who lives under the North Bridge in a hovel and eats cold beans straight from the tin, brought me an interesting receipt he found washed up on his doorstep today. It was from a trader the next village over.
Milk – 63 shingles
8 carrots – 24 shingles
3 tins of Chummy Chum Dog Food – 137 shingles
Napkins – 19 shingles.
Dog food has been banned in Ballycrone, both sale and possession, since the war ended. I thought those days had gone. Is this the beginning of a new chapter of canine-human violence? I must know more.