Darling, there’s a horrible weasel killing the chickens. I see it there quite often in the chicken house. I wondered if you could get your gun and shoot it. I’m quite scared of it. It’s ferocious. Oh! Thank you darling!
BANG!!!
Dear me! His gun misfired and he’s dead. (Calling out.) Our plan worked, Norman. You can come out of hiding in the hallway cupboard now.
Weave a Web 
That’s quite the toothy little monster in the picture, Bruce.
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I think it’s stuffed in a museum…
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Glad to hear it isn’t on your sideboard.
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😀 😀
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This is a weird one, Bruce!
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Are you talking about the weasel, the wife or the story as weird!! (I presume your water has subsided in N.C.?)
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The weasel went pop!
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Ha ha! Very amusing Keith!
Half a pound of tuppenny rice, to you, and also
Half a pound of treacle.
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She could have eloped with the weasel rather than making everyone else’s life less complicated.
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That was a very obliging weasel, he must have been in on the plot!
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You never know where those weasels are hiding. And you’re right – never was a weasel shot at so easily!
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“Watch out, there’s a weasel biting my ass!”-Norman
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I never knew that Milton’s first name was Norman.
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