Last weekend, during the early hours of Sunday morning, I was made aware of unusual goings on in the neighbourhood where I live.
At around 1.15am, as a result of the unusual sounds that had woken me, I called the emergency services and within minutes my wife – who for reasons that will be obvious didn’t want to be named – had responded and was in the kitchen, witnessing a lone figure, clad completely in black, behaving in an uncharacteristic manner in the vicinity of the B-ones that he customarily enjoys as a biscuit-based canine-comestible prior to retiring to bed.
He didn’t appear to be fazed by her appearance, nor indeed by the countenance she bore, before which lesser mortals have been known to tremble. Instead, he returned her gaze, wagged his tail a little, and asked to be let out into the garden where, seemingly only interested in enjoying the full moon that may or may not have adversely affected his mind – it’s hard to tell with Labradors – he sat as motionless as he was silent.
After a few minutes, and despite the predictable cries of some demanding that he be sent back from whence he came – just outside Wiveliscombe as it happens – and others claiming they’d long known he’d been looking to do ‘big damage’ to the in-house food-preparation arena, Hector was summoned back inside the house, albeit with stringent conditions now being imposed to limit his freedom and prohibit him from ever attempting to breach the perimeter of the treat-containing cupboard again.
Enquiries are said to be continuing into what investigators are describing as a rapidly developing and highly complex situation. Meanwhile, local residents have been left with more questions than answers – not the least of which is why on earth they welcomed such a furry person of interest into their home in the first place.
I guess there are some things that are simply not for us to know.
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