Yesterday I was once again reduced to wandering the site with my Tesco Halloween bucket, desperately trying to locate eggs... Seriously, you start to understand why egg farmers restrict movement of these feathered hide and seek experts. As my girls are proper unrestricted free-rangers, my production line is occasionally challenged when their hiding is good and my seeking is poor!
Anyhoo I decided to check the sproglet's
All looked neat and tidy, no eggs sadly, but then I looked a bit more thoroughly..... there were dead bodies everywhere, rabbit pelt, moles and weeny mice. 'Scusting. What were those children up to?
I asked the 8yo and the 6yo for an explanation when I picked them up last night. They looked blank but it all became clear today.
As we headed off on school early this morning we spied Benny carrying the biggest rabbit in his jaws. It was so big he was walking like he was wearing a full nappy and the bottom end of the rabbit was dragging on the ground.
He was heading in the general direction of the den....... to the sacrificial altar..... Yuck!
This is how the evil monster looks most of the time....