i was walking with the pointers, it was the first walk after they came back from what's his name's, and they always seem bonkers after, like they been repressed, and they're running willy nilly and still coming back and zooming round me like a nucleus and rooting madly in the brush by the train embankment fence and i see this lettering from a distance and go in the deep shad and skeeters pounce and start drinking from me and i see it is what i thought, an's best friend. how sweet.