Yesterday I noticed yet another hedgehog in my rather feral and unkempt garden. There is this, shall we say, rather simple yet well meaning woman, whom passes nearby my house each day. I once caught her putting hedgehogs in my garden. I did mention to her once, as I passed her, that my dog (Ronulus Latrator Maximus Fleximus Augustus Caesar Dip. H.E. (Barkaeology) with Natural Canine Sciences specialism) tends to attempt to eat the hedgehogs (because they are not Romans, Greeks or Romano-British). The simple minded crone just ignored me, but as I amicably explained to her, that Ronulus Latrator Augustus Caesar becomes quite injured when he tries to bite or paw the barbaric invaders into our Romano-British sanctuary. Since then, I have not had any hedgehog trouble, until yesterday. Even the cats on the block (again, non-Romans), have tried to eat them. I calmly picked up the barbarian invader with a shovel, and placed it in the dustbin (it seemed to be dead). Alas, upon my return, it was moving again, and so I picked up the barbaric wild and savage animal, and placed it in the centre of the road. (It is a side street, hardly any cars go down it).
I think the barbarian got the message, as since it was mauled by umpteen cats (non-Romans), and one Romano-British Emperor (Ronulus the First), they have not dared enter the citadel since. In any case, we are ever watchful in-case any more barbarians are at the gates, likely placed there by some barbaric crone.
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