Mr. and Mrs. Hopper awakened in the wee hours to furniture clattering in their car port.
They jumped up! Mr Hopper grabbed a hold of his night stick torch! And very loudly bellowed into the night, as his feet thundered down the stairs!
“You better be armed! Because you wi t like what’s coming your way!!!”
The sound of scampering feet, slipping and sliding in the dry dusty gravel of Hopper’s driveway, but as Edward flung open the front screen door, all he saw was the bushes waving back and forth from whomever had just passed through them, long gone!
Running Down Vimy 