Myself Has a Wonderful Idea

Myself and TB talked long and very seriously about what We could do for poor OLAHF. (Sorrowfully stayed put under its hedge all day yesterday again.) Was dreadfully hard to keep TB on track. Couldn't keep its little beagle brain on the subject for more than 30 seconds at a time. In the end it just wandered off. Myself was about to get Very Cross at its thoughtless and un-helpful attitude when it re-appeared carrying OLAHF's 3 pheasant feathers - Rather tatty and damp having been left by the shed for a couple of days, but more or less intact. It put them on the ground obviously expecting Myself to come up with an idea.

We carried them round to the hedge and put them on the ground. Could just see OLAHF's sad eyes watching Us from the gloom as it sat there. We went away and waited. For a very long time. But nothing happened.

Later that afternoon was awoken by a noisy rustling. And a snarling. And the sound of a large and hairy mog going round in circles. Fast and very heavily.

TB was already there with a smile and the remaining portion of its Throwing Shoe which it had dropped by the feathers, and Myself went and joined them both. Took along a morsel of mouse I had been saving for a snack. (If OLAHF didn't want it Myself could always bring it back again. Unluckily it was extremely hungry. But Myself doesn't really grudge it very much on this occasion.)

Unfathomable Joy all round. And each of Us now has Our own feather.