Mikey kept a record of every time he ate a living thing, not including all those things he didn't like or those things that kept him awake at night with their dull snooting or badly timed dances. He made little stamps with the head of a Minotaur on them, to remind him of his travails. Put a stamp and a name on every page. Soon, his book was half-full which meant he needed to buy a new one.
Calf-skin, he thought.