21 March 2023

 

Jonathan mentioned to Mimmo, our trusted gardener, the fur that we had seen by our front gate.

"Wolves?" Mimmo said, instantly. This was rather unnerving seeing as how we had really only been kind of joking about the wolves among ourselves and had not said anything at all about them to Mimmo or anyone else.

"They won't hurt you," he said, all twinkly-eyed. Then he shrugged, "Unless they're hungry."

Of course, he was just kidding. Probably.