I'd forgotten all about the damned porcupine.
What do we need? Bread, milk, better see if they have any of that corn-on-the-cob....
When all of a sudden there was a shout from the back.
'Mommy! That's disGUSting!'
and I looked over to where C was pointing to see THE BIGGEST CROW IN THE WORLD flying off with.....with.....
Porky To Go. Or pieces of.
Amidst my (fumbling) explanations of how the crow thought of the porcupine as food and wasn't being mean or nasty and how this was a natural thing, C looked faintly nauseous and nodded. 'Okay, Mom." he said. 'But I don't want lunch.'
Right. No fried chicken. How about some (nice, safe, non-dead) peanut butter, hey?