Many years ago I was walking round Oxford when a tourist drew my attention to a wounded Pigeon.

I wrung its neck, and she was most upset when the head came off (I wasn’t best pleased myself).

Lloyd, it could have been worse. Many years ago I heard tell of a motorist who picked up what he took to be a dead Roebuck and put it in the back of his car.

When it came round he did not survive the resulting crash, though I am not sure whether it was the Buck or the crash that killed him.