Bring back the lynx? Over my dead body!
A mutter passed through the crowd of environmental protestors, and Rory stepped forward. Your hunting has destroyed our hills and left them treeless wastes, devoid of wildlife. It s time that changed.
Lord Purdey slip curled in a sneer. Listen, you lentil-eating cat lover, Scotland is owned by me and men like me. If we want to kill anything that moves and bulldoze your beloved hills flat, we will.
Someone from the group hurled a turnip. It struck Purdey a glancing blow and he crumpled slowly to the ground, just as the archaic class system he represented must eventually fall. Or so Rory hoped...