Lock your doors. Pack up your doonas. Hide your Crumpler Bag (Ooo. Too late.) And
whatever you do, DON'T look him in the eye. . .
The nastiest, meanest, low-downest, lily-livered piddler in the West has just entered the flat.
Big. Bad. Kitty Witty. Rarr.
"I rather think that a more rigorous assault might be the unwelcome occupation of this Red Hatted Warble-Throated Booby, just when Mother Earth was enjoying a quiet nap."
"The most frivolous sound known to Nature must surely be the human echo."