Not A Lot Goes Right - Nothing In Fact

Was feeling horribly sore in places from yesterday's Contretemps (Education. French. Definitely.) with His wheelbarrow, and was consequently unwilling to join TB and TYK in another rat hunt. Attempted sitting carefully on the soft long grass whilst they prowled and pounced but even that was extremely uncomfortable so returned to the house where a Snack awaited Myself. (Had heard Her open the fridge door and remove the cooked chicken.)

Was destined to miss out on the chicken however - Being hit amidships by a hairy mog at Topmost Speed hurts. Muchly. And by the time Myself had snarled at OLAHF and sorted Myself out from the pile of leaves He had swept up that morning all the chicken had disappeared inside a pie for dinner.

The Rat Hunters didn't have much success either (Surely We must have dispatched all the rats by now?) but TYK did discover it can climb trees.