December 30, 2007
"Surely, surely not?" asked Nipper.
"Well, I just don't know," said Zeds. "I went to bed with it last night, and yet it's been missing all day. And Mojo really has been acting a bit strange all day. Stranger than normal, that is. And that's saying something."
"But... a phone?"
"It's either buried in the garden, behind a sofa, or is in fact indeed the sandwich between some fine pork and a can of Pedigree Chum midway through his intersection, which, frankly, is just my fucking luck, really."
"Yeah," said the buzzard. "Sounds about right."