Tearing after rabbits
Nov 25, 2020
4 minutes
The Bagley Rat Hounds had been reduced in number. Young Carol had taken half the pack with her, leaving only 10-year-old terrier Honey. Here, if you can stand it, is her latest saga.
I was carefully crossing a deep and wide ditch, with its attendant barbed wire, and Honey was nosing in the dead reeds and other vegetation. Her vibrating tail told me something was about and I was hoping she would rouse one of those well-nourished rats that wander down from the abattoir. On the other hand, it might only be a moorhen.
My leg was across a strand of rusty barbed wire when out of a thick tussock ambled
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