March 21. “Button, Shabby is not well and I am concerned.”

“Did he eat at all tonight? How did he seem?”

“He was sitting on the road waiting for us, even got up on seeing us but, eventually, didn’t eat a morsel.”

“That’s not a good sign.”

“The other bad sign—as told to us by the watchman—is that he urinated while sitting!”

“Does it have anything to do with his kidneys?”

“I’ll have to speak with Dipesh, the WSD guy, to come and check him out once.”

“I want to write a story with Shabby as the protagonist.”

“We can do that.”