The Trial of An Eagle (What I write when I am hungry)
On a Saturday morning of last summer, Mrs. Eagle paid an impromptu visit to my farm. I was still rolling in my double bed Mazongoto when I heard a shriek and cry from my fowls. Tipson, my 3 year old dog swung into action along side Topsin, the cat. Tipson and Topsin always fight together and engage themselves in a dog-cat chase, except when the fowls raise an alarm. In the event that I have called them for food or anything that requires their attendance, they come running together slapping their tails against each other. So upon a loud mob cry from my birds, Tipson and Topsin joined the chase as I also dashed out of my comfortable sweet morning bed. The rays of the rising sun struck my eyes to partial blindness for 3 seconds but I didn't give damn because I was on the way to arrest a thief. So two useful pets catch up with an eagle which was just trying to have one of the hens for it's breakfast. The apprehension was finished by Topsin and who alongside Tipson came running to