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Unnatural Justice

Work colleagues take five on a low wall outside the workplace.

TOM: You know Anna really isn’t disciplining that puppy of hers properly.

TRICIA: I know! I stepped in a pile this morning and I had to stop him chewing my bag.

TOM: Yeees, Scruffy by name… You know Anna’s staying with her parents? Well before he retired her father was a High Court judge. He was awfully important, very senior. In his time he’d even had to put a few murderers to death. Well last night after dinner Scruffy dishonoured himself right in the middle of her parent’s living room. Anna flies into her flappy little panic mode and heads off for the Dettol and a Jey cloth. When she comes back she finds the Judge standing over the puppy looking very serious indeed with his handkerchief on his head and saying "Scruffy, I sentence you to death."

TRICIA: That seems a bit harsh. Did he really sentence people to death?

TOM: Not too often, I don’t think. Anna’s Mum says he’s so soft he won’t even deadhead the roses. I shouldn’t think he has jurisdiction anymore. Not since the Alzheimer’s was diagnosed. Well I hope not anyway!