It was bad enough for Sandra not being what was perceived to be the “cool” type of panther. But to add insult to injury she had been transferred to Scotland on a cultural exchange and was beginning to see what the “summer” has in store for her.
Henrietta tried to look behind her. She had run 12 miles, stolen one chicken and had reached the wall. Quite literally she had reached the wall and was hanging from it helplessly. Any minute now she expected an enormous bite on the bum from Tim, the farmers dog. She summoned up her last ounce of strength.