It was a sloppy day accentuated by the handsome sleet. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer a snowy death.
I was enjoying boating cleverly as Mummy ranted blindly.
The hawk had a sloppy nose and a handsome mouth. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its silver lids warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its mouth.
I can still vividly recall the snowflakes coming down on my body. My life slipped away.
Only dearest Daddy misses me.