After that, there's nothing but to reign in the remains of the old bird, if I care to ever attempt unleash it (to unleash an it it must first been upon a leash, wot?) upon unsuspected (I thought u was innocent!) passer-by again.
Not that there's much left of the thing now, it having been torn like the bear who tried to take on the pet wolverine who's quite difficult to get a leash on, tried that once (never again --don't ask).
Max got in through a hole he made in the brute's undercarriage, smuggled himself north-bound, dug like making a burrow arriving at the bear's cheese, then stole it all grin included. I'm not certain, but he I think he just kept right on making his escape out the other side. Deciding upon direction he should take, Max simply won't allow himself dissuaded.
If there be no recovery now for it (we'll have to give it time wait and see) I may need contact a Troy (Choot 'Em) Landy to see if there could be market for it.
You wouldn't have his number on you, by any chance?