My Son came home crying and told me that the old bloke next door had burst his football with a knife because he was sick of it ending up in his garden. “Don’t worry, Son.” I said, “We’ll do the same to him next time something of his is in our garden.”
“What do you mean Dad?” He asked.
“You’ll see.” I replied with a wink. “Now put this bowl of cat food outside.”
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