The walls have ears

I hear you guys...skittering in the wall between the kitchen and fireplace.

And in as much as I appreciate the company during the day, ya'll have got to hit the road.

Where the heck is Blackie, the black snake who lives and mouses in the cellar? I imagine him being bum-rushed by a rodent posse, bound and gagged, and stuffed into some dark corner of the house.

Come back Blackie, we need you!