Maude didn't catch the wombat, but the chase had left her more tired than ever.

"Take me out for dinner tonight, Harve."

"Yes, dear."

Now, Harve.

"Yes, dear."

Harve starts to get up but Maude relents. She smiles, goes into the kitchen and makes a lasagne. And chocolate pudding. Cooking always makes it easier to forget the bad thoughts.