I was given the grand tour of the garden by the proud gardener and implementer of the great ideas that the Mother generates. As we passed the Magnolia, we reached their pride and joy, the vegetable patch. Dad took the chance to inspect his baby turnips closer and all of a sudden he exclaimed “that dog* has eaten the turnips!!” with such vehemence. I had to stifle my laughter and humoured him along “who did?”, “the slug” he said, in such a matter of fact.
And that is why I miss home, who knew slugs were dogs?
*dog= an insult, to the effect of calling someone a cow!