Albert kept in the shadows, hardly daring to breathe. Meanwhile, the intruder continued to survey the bewildering garden casually as if he owned the place. It was a complete role reversal.
Maybe Albert should have done something to reveal his presence: perhaps open an upstairs window or turn the lights on. Anything to let this ape in the garden know that the house wasn’t empty. Instead, he decided to go upstairs to see if he could get a better view of what was going on.
Half way up the stairs he remembered the axe in the chopping block.