This tale was written based on the following prompts

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #198

Three Thing Challenge #M66

Deep Pockets stood at the edge of the harbour, his drawn brow making him resemble a pathetic bloodhound.

“They haven’t escaped … I’d know.”

The words echoed in the chill of the early morning, but his offsider knew better than to interject.  It would be worthless; the mood was already sour.

For a moment the cry of the gulls was the only sound, then Deep Pockets stated, “Those damn mice are out here Kit, I’ll find them, if it’s the last thing I do.  They stole my camembert”

Kit, the black and white moggy, miaowed in agreement.  It was shoddy.

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