Chapter 17

A New Friend

Ever since grandma gifted Brian the pet, Mr. Biscuit, there had been no day they didn’t train at the basketball court. As Brian busied himself with other kids at the court Mr. Biscuit sat at its spot and learnt some of the basketball tricks from top-notch players. Really it had learnt how to punch a ball into the rim, using its forehead. Once Brian had thrown the ball at Mr. Biscuit and it thumped up with its head and dunged the ball into the rim – and it had missed the rim only a few times. Days past, Mr. Biscuit had been the center of attraction; as it entertained onlookers and amassed gifts from loyalists.

“I once had a smart dog like this,” said a sonorous cute voice that sounded like two waterfalls splashing on a rock. She was in her late twenties, average height with narrow hips and an annoying bust that pressed on her blouse for escape, and dark short hair over a dashing, please-kiss-me face. Brian had been noticing her for some days when he came arou