I sat in the garden, battered copy of The Pale Horse in one hand and sipping from a cheeky glass of Buck’s Fizz as the mid-day summer’s sun blared overhead. I adjusted my parasol to ensure I’d get a nice golden tan rather than roasting alive.
The jingling of Bert’s little bell alerted me to his presence before he rubbed against my bare toes. I peeked over my sunglasses and rolled my eyes as I saw the bloody remains of a tiny shrew sitting on the boiling decking.
Bert looked up at me, apparently very proud of his little trophy.
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