What?

What the heck is this doing here, round the far side of the house?

And what’s happened to it?

It’s someone’s quad-bike. Not is. Was.

Was almost brand-new, by the look of it. It isn’t now.

Stolen, I presume. Someone’s idea of fun, wrecking it out here.

They’ve ripped the wheels off. Thrown them in all directions, left them tangled up in these – ow! – these vines, whatever they are. Dammit, they’re sharp, I’d better get back to the path.

And the body of the quad, they must have laid into it with sledgehammers or something, it’s just squashed flat.

Idiots. I do despair of the world sometimes, I really do…