Someone is horrible at the moment.
Small and beastly, Newt is going around attacking unsuspecting well-meaning citizens.
Most of them are ready for his teeth.
Some even give as good as they get.
Sadly it does not deter him.
And it is not very nice.
I am ashamed but I get the feeling Newt doesn’t really care. He is never sorry.
Not even slightly. If it isn’t his teeth, it is his bouncing bum. He is not dissimilar to a turret on a tank, rotating to fire out shots. He is a lethal weapon.
Tiddles was having none of it and got kicked in the teeth for his efforts.
So, I took matters in hand and we had words. I told Newt exactly what I thought of him, what I expected of him and what would happen if he continued his despotic rule.
And then I told everyone else just how much I loved them.
Bloody Newt. I wonder if it is the spring grass coming in or he is just bloody-minded.