Owen spends what remains of his inheritance on building a set of boarding kennels, in this exclusive story by Rose Tremain. But can the pit-bulls to which his neighbours object bring him anything but trouble? This is the first in a series of stories about oil from writers around the world, including Tim Gautreaux, Joanna Kavenna and China MiĆ©ville. Find more over the next week, including a graphic story from Simone Lia, at guardian.co.uk/books/series/oilstories Owen Gibb grew up on a hundred-acre farm in south Norfolk, with apple orchards and a pond for geese and ducks, and fields of lush grazing for a fine herd of Herefords. Wooden chicken houses, set out across a muddy rise, were shaded by ancient oaks. In the cool dairy, butter was churned. When Owen’s parents died, he had to sell the farm. What remained to him,