Due to pressure of time the interment of the deceased Hettie had been held over.
On my return home the now much less rigid hen was still lying on the garden seat - however something shocking was going on.
'Puffson' the self-stimulator had crossed that invisible boundary and unwittingly joined the ranks of Bundy and Dahmer.
As Irving Welsh so aptly put it: "The *unt certainly went down in my estimation"
2 comments:
That's truly foul.
'The Moral Code of Domestic Chickens'
would be a pretty slim volume.
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