The day out.

[Wulfie]

It was all go in Wulfies lair, Agnetha and Juliet were getting ready to go into town, Inga and Gypsy were burning breakfast in the kitchen whilst Luna was in the letter box waiting to ambush the poor postman. The look of horror on his face yesterday as a tiny little clawed hand snatched the mail from him as he went to insert it was priceless and I could see us being put on the ‘barred from delivery’ list again. Last time it was only Pagan answering the door naked for a registered package. Poor postie beat a hasty retreat when she signed for it in blood.

It was then that I checked with Ebay and found that I’d been refunded for the ‘missing clothes’ that Luna was so desperate for..........lost in post was the phrase, damn, better get her away from the door.

A short blast on the dog whistle and the little lycanthrope was suddenly there in front of me.

“How do you fancy a day out?”
“Go on, why, it’s my new clothes, isn’t it........”

Hmmph, no flies on this one. She took the news quite well and with the promise of calling on Gibbmodoll as a sweetner we set off, the little madam being designated to the rear compartment with the mutts. A few errands in Hereford and then out into the sticks.

We arrived at the legendry home of the dolls.

But Gibbmodoll wasn’t at home

Wulfie then remembered a place they could go to, a very very special place.........