Poor little Liquorice had a terrible fright this afternoon. I had collected some branches that had blown off the trees in last night’s wind and placed them outside the shed. I removed the small leafy pieces with the pruner, watched closely all the time by my little pup who tried chewing some pieces just to help. Then, out came the chain-saw. Liquorice was pushed away and “growled” at each time she came near it. Eventually she settled, a few feet away, curious with the proceedings.
The chain-saw started and as it roared to life she was OFF.
Liquorice raced to the house, a hundred odd yards away, just as fast as her furry little limbs could take her, which wasn’t very fast! <vbg> She reminded me of a comic strip character, legs spinning in a blur, going nowhere. <vbg> As she raced off, I stopped the chain-saw and run after my frightened girl to give the little darling some much appreciated sympathy and comfort.
Liquorice stayed at the house while I cut up the branches. She came back to the shed quite willingly when I had finished. You could see what she was thinking “No wonder that thing had a huge growl, look how it chewed up all that wood!”
Arthur Witten
Liquorice – I must grow my legs next.