Steven. Steven, is loose. Loose, so I had to go looking for him. I’d been meaning to fix the gate. The gate needs fixing, but perhaps it wasn’t the gate? The old lady down the street with the Schnauzer says I ought to train him. She does a class with hers. Hers is called Winston. Like Churchill she says. # I put flyers up for Steven. I don’t have a picture of him, so I draw his likeness the best...
