MYO-7712: Herbert

“Oh dear. Well, it was here — it was here —” Herbert flips the bowl that had once been upside-down on the counter this way and that. Just a moment ago, a black winged thing — a chirop, he was informed was the likely identity of his unwelcome guest — was caught beneath it. He’d trapped it there in a moment of panic; evide...

Herbert Nimsby is a sad little man. Every morning he wakes up and says to himself, Herbert, you are a sad little man. Stop being so silly. He tries his best to linger in the softness of his bed — stays as long as he can, which isn’t very long at all, until his anxious mind rouses him up and into his ill-fitting suit, into the kitchen for wheat toast with a half...