Maggie had entered Magpie just to get out of the rain. The place had a eclectic display. A huge red half chair half ottoman first caught her attention, but the eyes of the equally huge blue sheep standing close to it seemed to be telling her don’t sit. Then their was the dog, well it looked something like a dog, but as it was encased in a jacket of scrap metals, so just the eyes seemed alive. There was a small red pick up, perfect for Reggie. As she picked it up, a strikingly identical version appear outside. Maggie May…