The first was a pig. But not like any pig on a farm. This one was the size of a bulldog, with bristly ginger hair and spectacles perched on its snout. It held a tiny cup of tea in its trotters and was reading a newspaper upside down.
“How much for the first month?” he heard himself ask. Welcome to the Peeg House-
Behind him, the door to the street clicked shut and locked itself. The grandfather clock with no hands began to chime—thirteen times. The first was a pig