I remember them well. She was singularly uninterested in anything that was not a Smell.


Mr and Mrs Bugg hold hands and smile, while Mrs Bugg holds the leash of a straining, prancing tofubeast. Clearly they are not yet outside, because if they were, the tofubeast’s nose would be pointed firmly smellwards.

The text reads, “Remembering walks with the tofubeast.”