Toby is a Beagle, made of patience, snacks, and an excellent sense of where the wind has been. At sunset Toby sits by the overgrown stadium rim and hums to a cracked keycard with one corner missing until the wind returns the favor. Stories about Toby multiply faster than anyone can keep up with, which is half the fun. Toby believes ordinary days are where big mysteries hide, usually under a bowl or behind a door nobody checked.