‘Uncle Wal will be upset if he comes home and we don’t look human.’īuster felt his tail droop between his legs.
And you haven’t Changed either,’ he pointed out.Īunty Paws sighed again, her long tongue hanging out. ‘And porridge doesn’t have any guts in it. ‘Why don’t you have a nice bowl of broccoli with peanut butter? Or I could make you a porridge sandwich. ‘You know Uncle Wal doesn’t like us eating rats,’ she said guiltily, swallowing the last of the tail. image 03Īunty Paws gazed longingly at the rat’s tail, then crunched it quickly in her strong jaws. He picked up the rat’s tail in his mouth, stood up and offered it to Aunty Paws. And Uncle Wal has told you a hundred times: Change when you come home!’ ‘Look at you!’ Aunty Paws sat back on her haunches and sighed. ‘Me? No! Of course not,’ said Buster innocently, licking a dribble of rat guts off his fur. ‘It’s just not safe on the mountain now! You haven’t been hunting for your parents, have you? You know what Uncle Wal said!’
‘Where have you been?’ demanded Aunty Paws worriedly. ‘Me? No way!’ yelled Buster, dropping the rat’s tail and sitting on it, as Aunty Paws trotted out the Tower door. ‘You’re not spoiling your dinner, are you?’ called his aunt. Things never seemed as bad with a rat in your belly!īuster gulped the last of the rat guiltily. There was nothing like a fat rat when you’d been sniffing your way across an entire mountain, decided Buster, settling down in the middle of the lawn to munch the bones. It was just as juicy as he’d thought it would be. Snap! Buster’s jaws closed round the hairy body. It was the fattest, juiciest rat Buster had ever seen, and it was scampering across the grass in front of the Tower as though it hadn’t a care in the world.
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