'There is something on the doorstep. I think Momo dragged it home from the mountains….It looks evil and foreboding…'
Those are just the words you want to hear while you are cooking dinner for guests. Ignoring them until the onions were caramelised for the vegetable soup it was time to investigate.
The guy next door is a hunter. In the winter months he shoots wild boar and cleans them and tosses the stuff he doesn't eat off the side of the mountain. Snoopy was dragging home all sorts of bones and horrible stuff for years. Momo, being such a delicate corgi-fox princess, was above this sort of tough behaviour. (So we thought.) She had brought home a hoofed leg the other day and places it on my pillow as a present. Snoopy had done the exact same thing ten years ago. I froze the Snoopy gift-leg and am somehow comforted by her generosity every time I fill the ice cube tray and see it wrapped carefully in the freezer.
Momo with her cloven-hoofed present she took back after realising I wasn't about to start gnawing on it.