Led astray by the H

It wasn't my fault, guv. It was a gorgeous evening and we were getting, as promised, "proper" walk, all round the fields NE of the town. From the Cardox works, we headed East out towards the railway line south of Nagden Farm. We'd all been mooching along together, Haggis and I charging about hither and yon chasing scents and the occasional bunny.

Then suddenly , at a metal gate, Haggis suddenly turned left off the path and shot across a huge field of long grass. Of course, I followed. The field is at least 400 yards wide and we were quickly stretching out some distance from Dad, who was looking after Meggie. Dad says no amount of whistling, shouting and clapping slowed us - we were on a mission! We are using the excuse of wind, long grass, the red-mist of pursuit, and I'm using the excuse that I am still apprentice to the H, so if he says it's OK, then it probably is.

Dad tells of anxious moments, climbing as high as possible perching on top of the farm gate scanning across the field, and beyond that to the dyke-banks and the creek levee in case we should get that far. He will never know where we went, but about 10 minutes later heard the unmistake-able but very distant sound of Haggis howling. Now there is a sound designed to travel, and it does. Dad jumped off the fence and started walking towards the howling but then suddenly, 400 yards away across the field, he saw a white face appear, turn to wards him as he shouted himself hoarse, and then we two racing towards him for a relieved and happy re-union.

You have the humans at that point, don't you, bang to rights. They can't kill you because they are so relieved and don't want to punish you, but by golly they'd like to. Frustration!

Hee hee!
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