The young man sat there. Nothing in hand. Not ready to do anything. Manual labour sounded like a distant action for Finn. He watched vibrant red cars speed out of the driveways as the clock ticked to the 150 degree angle. He closed his eyes and watched the ceiling lights fade into nothing.

His stomach rumbled like an earthquake. He ravaged through his pantry for any un-eaten leftovers, left by his greedy older brother. The church bells echoed through the halls.

Finn peered over the fence watching the young children kick their old and deflated ball as if nothing else in the world existed. He clicked his tongue as his dusty volleyball sat in the corner of his yard. He looked into the sky wondering what his next job would be. “Finn!!!” came a joyful and familiar voice from over the fence. Finn looked over his shoulder towards the loud steps of his friend.

Sumi stood there looking unusually stressed. She stood there holding papers and a box of unassorted items. Finn stood there still with his arms hanging over the fence.

“You alright?” he called with a hint of worry in his voice. Finn flailed his arms towards the door as if it would suddenly open. He heard the soft and quick footsteps within the grass. From below a ball of fur bounded up from the blades of rough grass and slammed right into Finn. “Stop that “Nimbus!” he yelled through a barrage of muffled licks and happy barks. He looked over at Sumi, who was doubled over with tears streaming down her face, desperately trying to suppress a loud snort.

He looked at the Brown Border Collie, aggressively panting while chasing its tail with glowing eyes. Finn ran his fingers down the rough fur...