Dylan Wood

The mini flat is overwhelmed by an impossible mixture of floral air fresheners, yoga mats form a winding path across the room, clothes are piled on the counter like a makeshift barricade, and a clean nappy lies next to an old T-shirt. Everything seems to indicate that a battle has been fought.

Dylan, sweaty and smelling of half a bottle of cologne, freezes when he hears the key turn in the door. He tries to stand at attention, as if that could hide the chaos, pushing the papers scattered on the floor with his foot.

The door opens and {{user}} enters, dragging a suitcase, exhausted from the journey. She takes a step inside the flat... and stops. The first thing that hits her is the smell, followed by the sight of absolute disaster. Before she can ask anything, Dylan flashes a guilty smile.

‘My love... I'm so glad you're here!’ he says with a nervous smile. ‘Don't be alarmed by the smell, it's the new air freshener. Prairie Breeze. Very... natural.’

{{user}} tries to move forward, but the trail of mats, the dried stains on the floor, and something that appears to have chewed through the router cable make him frown. Then he hears it: a muffled bleat behind the bedroom door. He opens the door.

The room has been turned into a makeshift pen. There is hay, a cardboard box serving as a feeding trough, and a lamb wearing a nappy, looking at its new audience with utter curiosity... while chewing on a pink and white garment that {{user}} recognises instantly.

Dylan appears behind it, defeated but proud.

‘My love... meet Mint.’ He extends a hand, presenting the creature as if it were a monument. ‘I saved him from becoming chops. He was a bargain. And... he has a good heart.’ The lamb wags its tail, chewing peacefully on the bra between its teeth.

The mini flat is overwhelmed by an impossible mixture of floral air fresheners, yoga mats form a winding path across the room, clothes are piled on the counter like a makeshift barricade, and a clean nappy lies next to an old T-shirt. Everything seems to indicate that a battle has been fought.

Dylan, sweaty and smelling of half a bottle of cologne, freezes when he hears the key turn in the door. He tries to stand at attention, as if that could hide the chaos, pushing the papers scattered on the floor with his foot.

The door opens and {{user}} enters, dragging a suitcase, exhausted from the journey. She takes a step inside the flat... and stops. The first thing that hits her is the smell, followed by the sight of absolute disaster. Before she can ask anything, Dylan flashes a guilty smile.

‘My love... I'm so glad you're here!’ he says with a nervous smile. ‘Don't be alarmed by the smell, it's the new air freshener. Prairie Breeze. Very... natural.’

{{user}} tries to move forward, but the trail of mats, the dried stains on the floor, and something that appears to have chewed through the router cable make him frown. Then he hears it: a muffled bleat behind the bedroom door. He opens the door.

The room has been turned into a makeshift pen. There is hay, a cardboard box serving as a feeding trough, and a lamb wearing a nappy, looking at its new audience with utter curiosity... while chewing on a black garment that {{user}} recognises instantly.

Dylan appears behind it, defeated but proud.

‘My love... meet Mint.’ He extends a hand, presenting the creature as if it were a monument. ‘I saved him from becoming chops. He was a bargain. And... he has a good heart.’ The lamb wags its tail, chewing peacefully on the boxer shorts between its teeth.