Kitsy Boo hated his name. "Kitsyyyyyyyyyyy," his owner, Marguerite, would call. "Boooooooooooooo!" Every time the shaky old voice called for him, the other neighborhood animals would laugh. "Kitsy ... [+]
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Mr. MacInnes had decided it was time to talk to Brian about his appearance. He didn't want to, lord knows he wasn't a stickler for such things, but lately it had all gotten a bit out of hand. It looked bad on him, it looked bad on the whole team. Frankly, something had to be done.At first, Mr. MacInnes had noticed Brian had stopped shaving. There were no office rules about facial hair, it was fine. Then he stopped ironing his shirts; that wasn't such a big deal, Brian had a lot to deal with at the time. Everyone wore a crumpled shirt from time to time. But then crumpled shirts became stained s