01b - Happening - Andrew, Tom
"I think that sounds like a very good idea, Dr. Lovelace - the drinking part at least, and getting warming food into your patient here."
"Oh, you can't hunt hares in the village, nor anywhere in sight of the Wyzenwood, my Mum says," put in Hessie Collins, having come quietly up behind her father and brother at some point. "It's terrible bad luck, maybe cursed. Sir." She flushed slightly at the attention on her, having spoken up.
"Hm. As for explanations, I don't believe women turn into hares, be they witches or otherwise. I suspect the animals have met with some kind of poison, and as for Polly's disappearance...well, I've become of a mind to get searches organised, since we've not found trace of her in separate wise. We can discuss that in the pub." The landlord nodded that way. There was some murmuring as folk made excuses or tried to show willing, most fumbling in apron pockets for whatever they'd left off to come look.
"Well, I'm going to check up on Goodie Westcott - that Mags has run off," Samuel Smith said, and squeezed past Tom for a more direct route with a "'scuse," that said he honestly resented a man taller than him.