We had a visit from the Death Owl today, or more to the point I did. Fabian had taken Battle Cat for a walk and I was sitting round the house wondering if I could lick the bowl when the door went.
"Hello Tuesday Kid," he said with an overly friendly voice that didn't match the sneer on his face.
"Hello Death Owl," I answered. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Yes, give this to Fabian Wildman," he said reaching me an envelope.
I thought he was here to try to get revenge for Fat Rab and Hooka. The envelope was already opened so I looked in it.
It was a court summons for his shoplifting.
"Here, I'm not giving it to him," I said reaching him the envelope.
"Too late," he smirked pulling his hands away.
"You shouldn't have taken this," I said to him. "You should have said you didn't know where he was."
"But I did know," he smirked. The he walked off up the road. He was wearing his full satanic robes. I don't know why spides don't kick his fuck in. Maybe they're scared of satan.
Poor Fabian. I think we need to teach the Death Owl a lesson.
