As some of you may know, I’m starting work on Pink XI, Sally Fitzhugh’s book, right around now. Last month, it came to my attention that Sally is in possession of a rather unusual pet. Because, yes, Sally would have to be original.
The pet? Is a stoat.
So far, I have resisted entreaties to name Sally’s pet stoat Pulchritudinous Oblong (long story), but the poor little stoat still needs a name.