It was a dark and stormy night. The Hurdy Gurdy shivered and threw another log on the fire. It was worried. So many death threats...so little time....suddenly there came a noise outside the door. It sounded like some-one had knocked over some milk bottles on the step. The Hurdy Gurdy crossed to the fire place and took down the shotgun hanging above it. The sound of 12 bore shells being loaded filled the tiny room.

Outside the assassin sniggered... "hah, only that home security CD playing!".   Slowly the door opened and.......