A while back, Bass-the-dog and I met The Pie Piper.
Today, we met him again. Only this time, the man was throwing the pie packaging into the bin and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
The Pie Piper is a scary looking fellow. He had a checked lumberjack shirt on and the same big boots. Bass loves him. But obviously we met at the end of his meal and there were no crumbs for Bass.
All the way along the path home Bass was eating flakes of pastry, crusts and tidbits that had fallen on the Pie Piper’s walk to the bin.
The Pie Piper is a messy eater, obviously.
I think today he’d swapped fairy tales and was Hansel from Hansel and Gretel.