Hannibal's house, Monday evening
The flamingos were still outside Hannibal's house.
He was still ignoring them and pretending they weren't thereexcept when no-one was looking.
Today, however, it seemed that they at least had one redeeming quality: they were nastier than chickens. And faster. Not a single one of those ludicrous caped things made it across Hannibal's lawn.
Maybe he'd find a little extra shrimp in his pantry this evening.
He was still ignoring them and pretending they weren't there
Today, however, it seemed that they at least had one redeeming quality: they were nastier than chickens. And faster. Not a single one of those ludicrous caped things made it across Hannibal's lawn.
Maybe he'd find a little extra shrimp in his pantry this evening.