fandomtownies | Fandom Island Gazette, Saturday

The dog liked the sound of the press and nothing Carl could do or say stopped him from following along as Carl delivered papers, so a small pouch was fashioned that allowed the dog to hold the rolled papers as Carl delivered them.

'Buster' was now the official newsie for the Gazette.

Could his meals now be tax write-offs?

Buster was wearing his bag and running around the building, both because Carl couldn't actually catch him to take it off, and because Carl wasn't going to go looking into each of the upstairs rooms for him. Instead Carl was sitting at his desk, staring out the big window into the street, hoping for inspiration for a cover story. Was he really going to have to write a story on the visiting Parents last week? Really?

Maybe he should check the mail and see if anyone left him any hot tips...

[Open, if you don't mind SP, as I am currently enjoying post-surgery meds. That's also why there's no content today. Wheeeee, pills!]