Mrs. Vallain's secret redevous to find out Mr. Villain's secret bait he used on his secreative Wednesday early morning juants out in the boat to catch catfish caused an unexpected fear to grip the toes in her highly polished brougans.
She now knew what she had suspected out of her cat-hating husband and the disappearance of her precious Kittums.
Night fell in her heart ... He's gonna pay ... I'll feed him catfish alright ... yes ... A smile froze upon her lips.
She delberately turned and walked back to their shack in her highly polished brougans that Mr. Villain caught a flash of reflection from the rising sun.