He really didn’t know how long they’d been living down that particular drain. But at least it was east facing; offering eight minutes of luscious sun each morning. More than once he’d spied envy in the eyes of the other drainies. Living in such a place certainly had its challenges, though. None more so than finding a wife to replace his dearest, Millicent. Of course, bringing up another man’s drain-children was not every woman’s cup of tea. He’d nearly snared one just last week.  His grimy hand clasped around her creamy ankle. “Yep. She had quite a kick, that one.”