These discoveries, the noises, the tart smell (what with Little Hairy-Harry being so fussy), his cracking headache, the physical exertion and the extreme use of his brain had all exhausted him thoroughly. In dire need of rest and recuperation, he decided to take a nap.
That was all very well, but how? In what position? If you’ve got your nose to the ground, taking a rest isn’t the straightforward thing it ought to be.
So he gave it another go. He squeezed his little fists, clenched his teeth, concentrated with all his might, pushed like a lunatic, and keeping his ears pricked... pffffffttttt!
Nobody had heard a thing! Little Hairy-Harry had thus mastered the matter of ejecting himself with the utmost discretion, silently but violently. With a sigh of relief, he laid his head on the rim of his hidey-hole and fell into a blissful sleep.
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