Brian has been skulking about, probably setting traps for when we leave the back door or waiting to dive on us from the trees. I can smell a Long-Snouted Tooth Chiseller a mile off! He made himself scarce when we went out but his traps could be anywhere.
Rob was oblivious to the danger. He doesn’t even sniff behind the plant pots or the bushes, or look behind the garden seat and he never looks up at the trees. Danger lurks everywhere. But I’m on hand to protect him and the house.
No one is safe.
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