Interesting number of tires there, Mary. P.S. I love this illo of Ambrose: the pose, the coat’s color, his little paws.
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Ambrose scrutinized the wall, but everything was clean. He did notice a new tarp folded neatly on top of the pile of tires.
Mary, peering in on tiptoes over Isolde’s shoulder, coughed out, “Those are just my snow tires! Nothing interesting there! Really, everyone has snow tires!”
“Hrm,” he said, lifting the tarp to peer inside.
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