Synopsis

George wrestled the box, turning it this way and that, a frantic dance of concealment. He needed to hide it, to keep it safe from Charkie. But Charkie’s nose was a relentless compass, guiding him directly to his prize. He’d tried every trick he could think of – concealing it under stacks of boxes, behind furniture, even attempting to bury it in the garden. Nothing worked. The scent, faint but persistent, seemed to weave through the air, leading Charkie inexorably forward. George knew he ha