I was worried as we have a lot of foxes in our neighbourhood and the one above had been hanging around my house all night.
Even the weeds looked cheerful.
The wild flowers were wild with happiness!
Gizmo had been happy too.
He had a bit of a joy ride in an old toy car.
He closed his eyes and dreamed of being a teenage rebel.
Naughty, naughty Gizmo. He did not return home until the next day, until I had printed off MISSING posters and shed a tear and trekked around the local area at 6.00am.
He was none the worse for his nighttime jaunt just very subdued and sleepy.