Disturbing

That was a night! The Gorse Fox clambered into bed and drifted off to sleep. It had been a satisfactory day, and a quiet evening. he had stuck his neck out and gone to Giraffe's for dinner - some chicken quesadillas seemed like a good idea at the time, then back to the hotel to watch some TV before bed.

Ninety minutes later, he was awake. A spot of indigestion was causing a degree of discomfort. Pillows rearranged, and a glass of water quaffed, he settled back down.

Two hours later the hotel fire alarms went off. These are not the sort that can be ignored. They are loud klaxons that had the denizens of the local cemetery asking what was going on. GF collected his thoughts (he had left them scattered across the spare bed) and dressed quickly. A glance in the mirror revealed a headless chicken in a Berghaus jacket wandering around aimlessly. The alarm stopped.

GF returned to bed.

The alarm restarted.

The Gorse Fox got up

The alarm stopped.

The Gorse Fox returned to bed... And so it continued for about 30 minutes.

The rest of the night was undisturbed, but GF was displeased by rapid progress of time and the sudden appearance of six o'clock.

As he checked out of the hotel he commented that he didn't remember requesting an alarm call. The comment soared above the head of the receptionist, wasted.