It's getting better, isn't it? I think so...so much so I can't even bear to look at the older stuff at the bottom! I worry at what shocking errors I will find...maybe it's better that way; signs of progression!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
...fox and biscuit
"It was a Fox, a huge bloody Fox!" Sally exclaimed.
"Cat. And don't swear." Jen coldly retorted, unmoved by the protestation.
"Fox! It was huge, really massive." she pointed out of the window; the morning dew sitting undisturbed on the grass.
"Bet you it was the ginger tom from down the road, bet you a Bourbon biscuit." Jen had lifted the lid from the biscuit tin, such was her confidence. The loss of a beloved Bourbon caused baby sister Sally to think twice. Was it really a fox that was rummaging through the bins at such an unearthly hour? In the dim light she was now not so sure.
"Hmm...well if it was a cat it looked a lot like a fox." Sally conceded.
"You're just saying that so you don't lose a biscuit! You know it was a cat, you're such a little drama queen, Sal!"
At that precise moment a rather large, beefy but fluffy looking ginger cat appeared on a fence at the bottom of the garden. With consummate grace on the cold wood the furry feline strode along purposefully with the poise of a ballerina.
"Cat!" Jen jabbed at Sally with one hand and pointed to the cat with the other.
"Fox. That's a different fox." Sally mumbled in defeat whilst flicking crumbs of a secretly stolen biscuit from her nightdress.
With a triumphant smile at her younger sister, Jen helped herself to the last grabbed Bourbon biscuit in the tin.