Harry’s ferret pages
The Brown bomber and his pal, Pinky. The first of many.
He was old when I found him  and had broken front teeth, but he was a wily chap. During the winter his hutch would be moved into the greenhouse inside which he would  roam, digging the compost at his leisure.
My brother’s friend was startled when Bomber climbed up his trouser leg, being scratched when Bomber  was forced out.  The moral of the story is that ferrets will enter anything resembling a tunnel..  Bomber certainly was   not spiteful,
Bomber’s tale.