A soon as my daughter came home today I called her into the front room.
“Jane, you know the extra special present I got you for Christmas last year,” I said, “Well, if you come and look in the garden, I think you’ll find that I’ve managed to top it”.
Squealing peals of excitement she sprinted to the back door and ran outside with a huge grin on her face.
I don’t know why she looked so surprised though, when she saw her pony lying motionless on the lawn, blood pouring from the single bullet wound to its head.