Do not doubt the war cry of the miniature dachshund. Daisy has a squirrel treed. Dottie comes in to take a look but isn't all that interested.
The squirrel, of course, ignored the dog and blithely went on eating the apricots.
Cadfael was left to do everything alone, but he had in his time laboured under far hotter suns than this, and was doggedly determined not to let his domain run wild, whether the outside world fell into chaos or no.
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