Torpid Tales: Chapter 5 The Scatologist in our Midst

A neighbour rushes over. Its horrid he says. He points at a small half alley with a hanging wooden gate. Look. Following the gesture one can see a small mound of scented apricot nappy sacks. They are gapping open and inside is dog pooh. Piles of pooh. We ponder. Who picks up pooh and lobs it into no man's land? Days later a knock and the neighbour with high colour in his cheeks has sighted the scatologist. It's a delicate matter it being the landlord of the local pub. Best call the Council we concur. The Council Men are upset. They elect to put a medium height wooden board across the alley to hide the shame.