Murder Most Horrid - In The Dark!

"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble." Millhouse and I whispered together mysteriously as we both lapped out of the stone bird bath. T'was the hour of four in the morning. Mother earth was taking her first deep breaths for the coming light. Into the mono chromed sky there rose a series of blood curdling screams. They were long piercing screams of agony. It was as though the fields across the lane had become our own Midsomer Norton. Murder most horrid!
Well, curiosity and all that! With the fur of our bellies skimming the ground, we scurried excitedly round to the front of the house, one behind the other, to see what was afoot. Necks as long as they'd stretch, eyes as black as we could manage, we watched in horrified wonder.
It was Mr Fox, of course; on his everyday foray for breakfast for his family and this time he'd really come up trumps. A goose! Yes, only he'd bagged a goose from the cottage across the fields! Even we found the gory clamour upsetting; we who dabble in the dark art when it suits.
The whole episode lasted about 5 minutes before he triumphantly made off to his lair with his silenced prize. Such was the disturbance that it even awoke the living dead; Mister and Mrs. were nervously peering through the bedroom curtains.
Of course, as soon as we saw them looking, we followed standard feline practice and pretended to be oblivious of such goings on.
If Chief Inspector Barnaby should call seeking witnesses, we shall maintain a cool silence....hear no evil, see no evil and speak no evil. Cackle, cackle!



Herky