Nelly likes to walk, I like to walk. Today I will walk in the Mournes and probably sleep somewhere in there too. If I can work it I will stay there and go feral, swooping in on unsuspecting Duke of Edinburgh students and scaring the heart out of them at night. I’ll reintroduce wolves and stag and wild cats and a load of other beasties and eventually we’ll spread out from the Mournes and me and the beasties will plant trees all over the island.
Yes, the beasties will be planting trees and that’s not all, seeing as the whole lot of you as a population have gotten pretty unhealthy me and the wolves will start to manage the situation, bring about some environmental change if you catch my drift? Oh yes. I’m not saying there’d be much eating in your average spide but I’m sure the quantity would more than make up for that. Anyway, it’s up to the wolves how they arrange that one.
In the meantime however I’ll just have to do with the image. So if you’re talking to me about some nonsense and I start smiling and looking into the middle distance it’s because I’m imagining a pack of wolves chasing you up Royal Avenue and pinning you down under the gaze of Queen Victoria outside City Hall. No offence though, it’s all for the environment.
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What a beautiful image. I’d love to see you and your ravening wolf pack appearing in Harryville some evening during a band parade. I’d have to stay out of the way as there is plenty of eating on me.