In my last post I was talking about rats and bones. Here is the sequel.
I was recently approached in the school playground by a friend. Who had been saving chicken bones for me. Or rather, for the rats.
Apparently Tabitha has been busy touting for bones for the rats. Well, we have chicken every week, and one bone per rat, once a week is ample…
My face must have dropped about a mile as I envisaged everyone we know saving all their bones for us; walking home from school bearing multiple bags of carnage, a mobile ossuary… Local children would tail me from a safe distance, I would be known as the Bone Lady, and accusations of witchcraft would follow…
My kind and thoughtful friend realised that all was not going to plan, and was swift to reassure me that she had washed the bones… I hope I contrived to be gracious in refusing this generous offer, but as for Tabitha…
“Taaaabbbbby!!!!”
