Four

I thought of spiders, mold, and goose poop in an attempt to shift and not have a hard-on. I mostly succeeded, my semi at least not super obvious. That was what I told myself.

“What did you find?” I queried.

He handed it to me. “It’s a penny.”

I could see that. But what was special about it? “It’s shiny,” I noted.

“And it was facedown, which means by giving it to you, we both have good luck.”

“I don’t get it.” What did finding a random coin on our perimeter run have to do with luck?

“It’s a human thing,” he explained. “If you find a penny and you don’t pick it up, it’s automatically bad luck.”

“Okay.” It made no sense, but a lot of what humans did made no sense to me.

“And if it’s faceup, then the finder keeps it and gets good luck.”

I just watched him for a second, still not getting it but also not sure it was important that I did. “And this was tails up so you gave it to me?”

“Exactly. You’re welcome. Now we both get good luck.” He winked and took his fur again, which was good, becau