I hate Harry today.
I said to Bert,
I feel like getting rid of him.
You were keen enough to have him.
I know but Scarey Tam got me in a weak moment just after Caps died. At least Caps didn't kill anything towards the end of her days. With only the three legs and all.
I wonder what the vet would say if we brought him down and asked for one of his legs off?
She'd be shocked. But he'd need two off to stop him.
The two back ones?
He'd be able to trail himself out and kill on. We'd need his teeth out too.
He'd probably go out and punch the birds senseless then suck them to death.
What about getting two legs off on the same side? That'd stop him.
So we've decided to get him a collar with a bell on it. A really big bell about as big as his head. Made of cast iron. Or lead.