"A blurred, vague silhouette of an animal in the dark. Its face is not visible. It carefully sneaks up to the henhouse, takes off its head, lies almost on the ground, tries to blend in with the grass and the shadow of the property, tries to remain unnoticed. It moves quickly but easily, it does not rush. Predatory pace, the hallmark of a professional killer.
He gets there. He freezes motionless. Now he's picking out his victim. He raises his front paws barely perceptibly: keeping the predator springy, ready to pounce. You can already feel the taste and smell of chicken blood. He turns his predatory jaw towards the full moon - and at the same time towards the security camera, so that something can finally be made out of his figure. Oh, how familiar the police Badger is with this dreamy look at the moon before the lightning-quick cast - the curt, magical night ritual of the murderous animal..."