That man (1)

That man with the short legs that lives at the end of the road is always flying around at high speed, confusing people’s arrangements. He’s been ordered down from the sky many times but he just doesn’t listen. Once the police said they’d clip his wings if he didn’t heed their calls. But instead of heeding their calls he simply took to flying at night. I saw him last week when I was dusting the night time tulips, and I’m sure he had a small cat, or it might have been a large rat, hanging out of his mouth. I’m not sure if he ate it.