There’s always a dead animal somewhere in Einar. Sometimes it’s a mummified starling. This time it’s a rabbit. Before it died it chewed through the electricity cable to my boiler. Then something ripped it to pieces and scattered it over the floor. There’s an isolated rabbit’s foot lying there. It wasn’t lucky for the rabbit.
Thankfully I know a man with a ready supply of insulating tape. Three layers of tape and my boiler’s safe. It’s too late for the rabbit though.
If only I had a Guinea Pig. They would be in Guinea Pig heaven. These dandelions have roots as big as turnips.