Chapter 22: Mal-Larci's Final Days ©
The next day I had another visit from Lily. Boy was I glad to see her. Just looking at her made me feel good.
"How are you today, Mal-Larci," she said in her delicious accent."Ok," I said, wishing I could stand up or at least sit on my haunches. Somehow I felt at a disadvantage lying on my side on this bed.
"Tell me the latest news will you?" I asked, anxious to take my mind off my own problems for even a short time.
"As you know," Lily began, "We had set-up the trap for Katzenjammer the bomber so that we might be able to catch him in the act of placing the bomb on Oprah's jet. All of those false-trails you put on the internet, plus some other little items of "leaked news" fortunately persuaded Katzenjammer that the plane we had placed under surveillance was the real jet that Oprah and George Clooney were going to use."
"Mr Clooney and Oprah instead used another private jet at another location which we kept strictly under wraps. By the way, both of them arrived in Scotland and over the next couple of days will meet with several local councils and communities about saving the Scottish wildcat. I understand that a few international television reporters are there as well. Hopefully it will prove a success and raise some much needed funds for the wildcats," Lily continued.
