I was cycling past a farmhouse yesterday, when a small white hairy missile bursts through the hedge and scampers after me barking and snapping at my left heel. An instant later, farmer's wife bursts out of garden gate and yells, "BIFFA: COME HERE!" Biffa skids to a halt on all four heels cartoon-style and slopes off back to mistress. I stop astride my bike to watch the ensuing scene. "BIFFA: SIT!...... YOU'RE A VERY NAUGHTY BOY. DO-NOT-DO-THAT-AGAIN!" She stands over him wagging a finger and looking very stern. Biffa hangs his head in shame and looked embarrassed and crestfallen. If he had had had a tail, it would have been firmly between his legs. She looks at me sheepishly, "I'm so so sorry. He loves chasing cyclists. I thought I'd blocked all the holes, but it looks like he's found another." "Nomatter. I enjoyed watching Biffa get his comeuppance. You're rather scarey you know." We both laughed. Has Biffa finally learnt his lesson?