Fused

Andy's brain refuses to be creative.

Won't come out of the corner of the cardboard box it's hiding in, despite promise of choccie treats and an extra walk round the block. Sticks its nose into the dark corner, shuts its eyes, whimpers like a new puppy that wants its mum and siblings.

Decides to have early night and recharge batteries.

Will check on puppy status in the morning. (Hope its heart-rending yelps don't reach from downstairs and keep me awake all night. You have to be cruel to be kind in the early days.)

Ahhhh...