Bobbin, our foxy mascot, and Spindle, sweet greyhound extraordiniare, deserve to have their adventures chronicled. Let’s take a sneak peek…
It was a cold, rainy March day when a mysterious moving truck pulled into Thayerville. Mud had splashed onto the sides of the truck, obscuring most of the writing on it. Bobbin the fox could only make out the words “Peculiar Hounds” from beneath all the grime. When Mr. Quills the hedgehog heard the disturbance, he looked up from his cricket-snack. He couldn’t see over the windowsill and kept asking Bobbin for details.
“Is it a large truck?”
“Not very large,” Bobbin replied, angling for a better view.
“Did it come from very far away?”
“I think so, but I can’t tell from where. Oh, it’s stopping across the street!”
“Lift me up, Bobbin! I want to see!” clamored Mr. Quills, looking rather undignified despite his silk cravat and eye patch.
Bobbin lifted him and Mr. Quills watched wide-eyed as a pair of the burliest Staffordshire Terriers he had ever seen began unloading boxes from the truck. There were small boxes and tall boxes, strange-looking furniture and normal-looking lamps. Bobbin supposed that he would have though it a moving day like any other, if not for the odd inscription on the vehicle. Peculiar hounds, indeed!
After a while, when the pit bulls had finished hauling most of the furnishings and boxes, Bobbin saw another figure step out of the truck. She, he guessed it was a she because of her floor-length dress, carried a large black umbrella that his most of her features. Bobbin caught a glimpse of a tiny top hat and an extremely long snout when she went to pay the terriers for their work. Directly afterward, she took a few long-legged strides into the house and quickly shut the door. All was silent once again. If not for the ruts the truck had left in the mud, it would have been as if no one had come by at all.
Tune in next time for… The Surprising Adventures of Bobbin and Spindle!