Flies. Pounce.
Flies. Pounce.
It's hot, now what. Pounce.
The whole of the Terrace is perplexed. Well even more than that, but that's hearsay from here. Which way to pounce? How do you choose when there are so many? Apart from the cats, who is getting to the problem? The birds are eating peanuts, bread and caterpillars. The spiders are slow to process their catches, so the help is appreciated but there is a big job to be done.
Sundance is doing his bit. Pounce! Double twist and a backflip! Were both paws together? Will he get the top marks?
Butch is aware but aloof. His fly catching is a private feast.
Peter Sellars catches from a sitting position, which requires quick wits and an agile neck.
Mad Millie is onto better things. Marcus and Matthew are keeping up with her wishes.
The Spider has a cousin who lives further up the row, out of doors. She has got a bit bored of the constant fly diet and has decided to augment it. This is quite serious as an endeavour, she has roamed far for the delicacy in spite of opposition from everyone else. Near her wall is a bed of cabbages. Well nearish. The cabbages have caterpillars that are lush and juicy and she has collected herself a meal of four of them! To do this she has gone across a roadway and a lawn to a coldframe and then taken them each back across the lawn and the roadway. To sit in her web. That is lunch, supper, breakfast and lunch sorted. Not much cabbage left so no-one will miss them. And there are anough flies around to keep for later....
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