We don’t have much night life in our town. There is a small pub, which closes at 10pm (or earlier if its too windy); and there’s a Thai restaurant, but that’s it.
The street where we live is silent every night, except for a few romantic cats howling in the garden at number 5. Tonight though there was action. Driving down our driveway, we saw a neighbour’s cat scurry under the hedge, pursuing something which waddled rather than ran. The cat is just out of kittenhood, so I don’t know who was most startled by the headlights of the car, the cat or the creature it was trying to stalk.
I walked back up the drive 5 minutes ago to see if I could find either of them. Right next to a solar powered night light was an exhausted hedgehog, curled up, recumbent, and judging by the intermittent twitch of its whiskers, still reliving the nightmare of being chased. For a moment, I was tempted to tell it a bedtime story and turn off the light.
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