Receipt – dog food

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.

Mr Barnaby.