Whenever Mr. Starbuck was overwhelmed by the burden of his influence upon others, he retreated to landscapes of solitude. This was such a time.
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How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.
In lieu of the customer service review, Mr. Starbuck mailed them his copy of ‘Le Petit Prince, underlining in fountain pen the passage he considered relevant to Brad’s performance. Fortunately, Ukifune had her French Literature badge..
Back in his stylish apartment, Mr. Starbuck considered the questionnaire that Ukifune had given him. Being uncommonly high in empathy, Mr. Starbuck was stressed about giving Brad the terrible review he deserved.
Discombobulated by his session with the new therapist, Mr. Starbuck stopped at the 57th floor lounge for a finger of bourbon. Ukifune, who was there enjoying a lemonade, presented him with a customer service questionnaire.
Mr. Starbuck’s narrative was so upsetting to Brad, that he felt compelled to reach out to a member of his support network.
Since Brad had forgotten to write down the office hours, the waiting room was full when he got there. From the elevator ride he recognized the stylish poodle, who’d introduced himself as Mr. Starbuck.
Accompanied in the elevator by a stylish poodle, Brad commented on how it was a coincidence they were both going to the 86th floor.
On accepting the job of dog therapist, Brad was told to take the ferry to an office on the 86th floor of a twin tower. The building affected Brad like something remembered from an uneasy dream.
Stopping for lunch at a local diner Clive ran into Ukifune, who had just come from Brad’s interview with the Academy of Dog Therapists. From their conversation Clive surmised what had transpired.
As Brad was being interviewed for the job of treating dogs with PTSD, Clive arrived in town. Disturbed by the unusual ratio of dogs to humans, he stood at the river’s edge considering the problem.