“Safer? What is haggis, anyway?” Tom asked.
“Let me explain,” Morag offered, relishing the opportunity. “It"s sheep"s pluck, that"s the heart, liver and lungs, and it"s mixed with oatmeal, suet and spices. In its traditional form, it"s all put together and then encased in a sheep"s stomach and cooked.”
Tom looked incredulous. “You"re having me on, aren"t you? They"ve put you up to seeing how gullible I am, haven"t they?”
Morag broke into a laugh before replying. “Do you prefer the explanation that it"s a small furry animal that runs about on the banks and braes? They always run anti-clockwise around the hills and as a result, their right side legs are longer than the left. The best way to catch them is to meet them going the other way, so that when they turn to escape, they fall over an
