Wednesday, June 05, 2013
In which your author is sick inna hedge
It is neither big nor clever, but the buggers have been dumped in gutters and in hedges for some time now.
And now, there is one right outside my front door. Time to do something. Time to take action.
For the first time, I see what's written on the side:
"Animal Funeral Services - Pets for Mass Cremation"
The bag appears to have something in it, too.
I utter up a not-so-silent prayer to anybody that may be listening that the contents are not as advertised.
Please don't be a kitten please don't be a kitten please don't be a...
It wasn't a kitten.
It was a soiled nappy.
A heavily soiled nappy.
Then I was sick inna hedge