All us Royals love a good spot of hunting on a Sunday morning. After the government placed a ban on fox hunting, the aristocracy were left with little choice other than to pursue another method of entertainment.
So, mouse hunting became our favoured pasttime. A pleasurable pursuit allowing one to still experience the thrill of the chase. I do look rather devilish in this picture, do I not?
Yours, feeling rather pleased with oneself,
NB: This is Yao-Lin's slave speaking. This field mouse was Yao-Lin's first (and hopefully last) catch. He brought it in yesterday and proceeded to bat it around the house. When it lay still, he bit its neck until it squealed and ran off so that he could continue to 'play'. We finally caught the mouse and set it free in the garden. The poor thing probably died from shock shortly after!