Jack had ‘slumbered’ long enough. The winter had come and gone, discontentment had faded. Now, he thought, now would be a good time. He checked the water levels outside, high, but safe, for the time being. All he needed now was a beer and cash injection. So he summoned the energy and a spare dollar and headed off to Bennetts, the local hostelry of frequent adoption, the evening spread before him like a carpet of misplaced promises. What trouble could possibly ensue?
