[ Left in Ellis’ dining hall pigeonhole after at least two weeks of silent avoidance, maybe more, what is time:
One, a small book of woodcut-illustrated children’s fables. The one marked with a scrap of paper, opposite an ending-spoiling woodcut of a bear skeleton, is a brief tale about a bear who snaps and snarls at all of the other animals in the forest because he’s bothered by a burr between his toes. Eventually the bear dies alone and delirious from an infection of the paw. When his corpse is discovered all of the other woodland creatures say it’s good he’s dead, because clearly he was vicious and he might have eaten them otherwise. Cocklebur grows from his skeleton. The end.
In a carefully legible version of Bastien’s scrawl, the bookmark says, ]
I am sorry for being a dick about your ring.
[ And, two, three dog biscuits. Three dog biscuits he might otherwise have given to Whiskey, the floppy, jowly princess of his heart. It's really the bigger gesture. ]
delivery.
One, a small book of woodcut-illustrated children’s fables. The one marked with a scrap of paper, opposite an ending-spoiling woodcut of a bear skeleton, is a brief tale about a bear who snaps and snarls at all of the other animals in the forest because he’s bothered by a burr between his toes. Eventually the bear dies alone and delirious from an infection of the paw. When his corpse is discovered all of the other woodland creatures say it’s good he’s dead, because clearly he was vicious and he might have eaten them otherwise. Cocklebur grows from his skeleton. The end.
In a carefully legible version of Bastien’s scrawl, the bookmark says, ]
I am sorry for being a dick about your ring.
[ And, two, three dog biscuits. Three dog biscuits he might otherwise have given to Whiskey, the floppy, jowly princess of his heart. It's really the bigger gesture. ]