Chapter 5 - Battle In The Bothy

Clarissa's morning had been notably productive. She had baked a couple of blueberry pie, scrubbed the bothy from top to bottom. Fixed the door hinge and reset the mouse traps. The timer dinged, and Clarissa tested the oxtail soup she was making for herself and Dean's lunch. The day overall was pleasant and placid for a change. She had taken a walk, and passed by some Donkeys on her way home.

By the time Clarissa had finished her list of chores her feet ached and were starting to blister.

She sighed removing her shoes, the cool floor eased the pain between her toes. The house seemed to be empty but Dean was probably out fixing the fences or getting some miles in before he went to bed but a thump from the other room killed that theory. She entered the living room; the TV was le