Sneak Preview Elvis kicked his cage. Haw-hee! Mr. Brown said, “I bought the farm because my wife loved the brook. She used to go there with her paints, brushes, and easel.” I leapt up on my hind legs and tried to turn the knob, but my nails were too long. My paws kept slipping every time I tried to turn it. Available Now! Long Lost Elvis Amazon Barnes & Noble IndieBound Bookshop