Plucked up the courage to talk to Killer.
Brave, but trembling, I walked down the Lane towards him. I
spoke in my most friendly manner, “My dear Killer, there is too
much pain and suffering in the world . . . aaarrrghhhhhh . . .
ooooccchhhh” Killer dug his claws deep into my face and then
slashed my ears until they bled. As I ran back along the Lane he
chased after me lashing savagely at my back and tail.
After my attempts at making friends there is
even more pain and suffering in the world - mine!!
Trousers added insult to injury, making the
pain worse by rubbing my wounds with something called
‘antiseptic lotion’ - he’s so uncaring.