She speared the semi-dried turd on the end of a bamboo cane, held the cane at the other end, and with a step forward and a whipping motion she flung the log high over the gardens, turned back to the house with a swagger, and grinned a little at the sound of it thudding into someone’s conservatory. It would take both a master of forensics and a timely drop in the rate of more serious crimes in order for her to be caught. In fact, she was already chowing down a bowlful of flax seeds and getting ready for the next volley.