Posted: 22 Nov 2006 @ 00:00
by Joanne Grenfell
Murder most fowl
It was carnage on Manor Lane. “Mummy, we had a fox in our garden last night,” said Samuel, as I roused myself from a warm duvet to find him and James standing at the bottom of the bed, with a tray of tea and milk.
“That’s nice, darling,” I murmured absent-mindedly.
“But Mummy,” he said, more insistently this time, “the chickens have dived.”
I sat bolt upright and looked at James, ...
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