“Who made these?” Hawkeye asked me today on the way home.
“I think those are dog prints, honey.” I replied. “A dog made them.”
“Nooooooo.” he retorted emphatically. “Not a dog!”
“No? Then who? Was it a really big cat?”
“No…” he said and paused for full conspiratorial effect. “It was a BEAR!”
“A bear? Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes. It was a BROWN bear! And it went RAAAWWWRRRR”
Oh dear. Anyone have a bear trap I can borrow? The city seems to be getting more and more dangerous by the minute. First there was the tiger in our garden, now there’s a bear on the loose.