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The tom living with the neighbour-to-the-east is having a territorial dispute with one of the stormwater drain ferals. There is much fitz-rowling and Mrowing Yrowls. Scruffy, is, of course, going berserk. He is bouncing off the aluminium fence and loudly yodeling his opinions. He is fluffed up and excited and ready to kill anything that should not be in the yard.
Meanwhile, T-Bone the raven sits on the clothesline above, quietly watching the fantic dog who does not know he is there, and pecking at one of the dog's bones he has stolen.
"WAAAGH!" says T-Bone, loudly.
Meanwhile, T-Bone the raven sits on the clothesline above, quietly watching the fantic dog who does not know he is there, and pecking at one of the dog's bones he has stolen.
"WAAAGH!" says T-Bone, loudly.
