QUOD ERAT DEMONSTRANDUM*I was about to deal with the surviving rat from my ambush position when to my horror I saw
two rats emerging from the woodpile. Two! Did one survive the .22 slug travelling at 1200 feet per second? Was it a super rat and had risen from the dead. Had it survived out patients at the Berwick Infirmary? If so that could be a record.
The wife had a more mundane explanation. Either I had missed first time and the Rat had taken a dive-professional foul as it were. Or, there were originally three rats now reduced to two. Whatever. After five minutes a rat emerged boldly from the wood pile and leisurely climbed the wood pile towards the remains of the fat ball, elbowing two young starlings out of the way. Right in the cross wires of the telescopic sight. Bang. Wham or sharp hiss-delete as appropriate. The rat flew through the air propelled by the slug. Surely deaded? But once again concealed in the depths of the rain forest. No body. No certainty.
Habeas Corpus resonates here.
I hope we are now down to one. Time is running out as we leave for France profonde on Wednesday. Let that rat remain alive for another week it will be a real monster.
I live in hope. And if I soon see two rats emerging from the wood pile, hale and hearty, I will be seriously
Unchuffed.
* Latin Tag: Can be translated:
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What a Rat Demonstration! (exp. reluctant admiration-Merse street slang. Blog-ed)
