After nineteen years and about 600,000 miles, Old Biscuit is retiring. Not the young Biscuit in textiles, the other Biscuit, the gray one with the notch in his left ear. He is moving to a sunny porch in Pebble Falls where he intends to do nothing, professionally.
Over the years Biscuit delivered more than 70,000 parcels and never once complained about the weather. He did complain about the rain, the wind, the snow, and mud. But never the weather itself. We respect that.
A farewell party will be held at Dock 4 on Friday. Cake is a sardine loaf. Please do not bring a dog.
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