Io is in the midst of a deep nap when the rumbling drawl of Clarabelle breaks through the nice cool dim. “Io, sweetie?”
“Mmm?” He mumbles in response, his eyes still closed.
Clarabelle chuckles, a deep and hearty thing. “What the heck do you think you’re doin’ in my walk-in freezer?”
He cracks an eyelid open, ...
