Woolfy and Scrapo

“Woolfy and his brother Scrapo belonged to a big man called Baxter Degama who lived in a tiny house in Deepsound Bay with his mother, and it was always she who remembered them. ‘Don’t forget to take your gloves,’ she told Baxter each morning in the cold winter, ‘and for Heaven’s sakes put them on today.’ If Woolfy and Scrapohad been lying together in the stuffy darkness of the bedroom drawer, they’d hear Baxter’s footsteps as he climbed slowly up the stairs and clumped across the floorto get them. Before he reached them, they always inched together for a quick cuddle, twining their woolly fingers around each other, and talking softly and quickly — that is, unless they had been fighting the night before.”