‘No, I was actually thinking of something a little more in keeping with our
standard modus operandi. I was thinking we might stop one of these cars. We could
take the driver rather easily. A BMW went past a moment ago with a tasty looking
woman in the driver’s seat, two young children in the back that would have made
delicious starters. We might even want to stop one of these coaches. That would be
a bit like going to a buffet, I think. We could let them all run about on the bridge for
a while before we dined. You know, play with our food a bit!”
“Oh, you’re bad Wilson, you really are! Can you imagine what my mother would
say if she knew I was even contemplating such a thing?”
“So, don’t tell her Richard. She need never know. What do you think?”
“I think it’s a bodacious idea Wilson.” Richard smiled, “I especially fancy the fun
we could have with a coach. When the next one comes along I’ll step out in traffic
and spread my wings. These black wings will stop them for sure. You open the door
and leap on board. Make sure you roar really bloody loud and look ferocious.”
Wilson bared his teeth and roared — the colour of the setting sunlight shifted,
ever so slightly, “Like this, you mean?”
“That’s excellent.” They high-fived. “No wonder you’re King of the Jungle.”
They both crouched a bit when they saw a silver coach turn onto the High
Street and head in their direction. Richard was actually holding his breath in
anticipation. What a splendid day.