Though we dwell in cities & flatter us with musings of dominion, yet are not invulnerable to the creeping THINGS that creepeth. Particularly on your free-ranging fowl would these feral creepers fain fill their hungry jowls.
And so it was when yesterafton stole upon the flock a voracious VARG from the North Country.
And came the beast with all peculiar ill-intent to take a hen in his belly.
There be the hens--hear their contented CLUCKS.
And now approacheth the WICKED wolf: he almost tastes his meal & prepares to POUNCE...
But HEARK! The ROAR of HER LADY PROTECTORESS from her high & watchful vantage. In kindled rage she HEAVES herself upon the iron gates, which crumple by her mickle MIGHT.
And LO! The vile intruder quals at Teeka's WRATH, first to COWER, then to LOPE away from whence the furry DEVIL came...
All Hail HER LADY PROTECTORESS!
