No! look mum I don’t want to be a vigilante okay? Just because dad was in the T.A doesn’t make me SAS material. I want to chill, not kill. I don’t know what his dog drinks but is it really his fault if his urine is nuclear powered?
Mr Knight never had any lights on. In fact, I never saw him. Did he really exist? All we know was that his dog was on a peeing rampage destroying plants - expensive ones, at will. Still, the raging doubts about Mr Knight’s existence and his dark house played on my mind. I got up early and waited for the dog to pounce. Suddenly Mr Knight's back door opened. “Mr Knight" I shouted. “Anyone home?” Nothing. I walked in nervously, the house empty. All that stood there was the dog, science and a shiatsu. What was going on? Perhaps I’ll never know.