Alfie was still at the stage where wandering around the town meant he saw new shops and houses. Slowly mapping the area to memory. He should have bought Penny, but she’d gotten out the house the other day when he was working. Before he’d fully finished a cabinet and cleared up, she’d managed to get a splinter from the wood chips lying around. Therefore she was moping at home, after a visit to the vets who’d had to pull the splinter out. But she’d definitely like this area of town, near the sea.

In the distance he could see people moving into a house with furniture, presumably movers. His own relocation had been a much simpler affair where he left essentially everything at home. If he hadn’t been able to carry it himself, it was left in Arkansas for a later time. As he approached the property with all the activity, he winced when he saw the movers dropping what appeared to be an old drawer, based on the colouration of the wood and the style. His suspicions confirmed when, presumably, the owner yelled at them. The guy looked pretty unimpressed and judging by the amount of stuff still coming from the truck it was easy to tell why.

Ever the overly helpful guy, Alfie wandered over to him. “Hey man, I noticed you’re moving furniture in. Do they need some help?”