Maud
was screaming and pointing at something at the front of the yard, Cassie was screaming, the little ones, except for the baby who
was miraculously sleeping through this bedlam, were screaming and the dogs were
howling. By this time the person, or persons, they were chasing had obviously gotten
away. I put the firearm
in my pocket before any of them noticed it and looked at what
Maud was pointing at. She was pointing at the dead cats in the yard and a part
of the fence that was torn off. Beside the dead cats (there were six of them), were pieces of meat that
they had obviously nibbled on. “They poisoned them!" said Maud. “See the rest
of the poisoned meat there!” It was obvious that the intruder or intruders had tried to
poison my dogs so that they could get inside the yard. What they didn’t know was
that my dogs were trained, from they were puppies, to only eat what was given to
them in their kennel or else they would have been dead too! In all the years I
lived here this was the first time anyone had ever tried to break into my home.
My father was the one who had insisted that the place be fortified. He said
that with was taking place in Spanish Town it would only be a matter of time
before our area would be preyed upon too, but I still did not expect anything like
this! I looked at Maud, who turned and looked at Cassie. Cassie was trembling
and was clutching a piece of paper in her hand. She handed the paper to me.
Written on the paper were the words, “We want the insurance money now! We will be
back!” I was shocked! This was the very thing I was dreading! Now it had
really happened! “What is this about?” I asked. “I don’t know, but I recognized one of
the men”, said Cassie. “Just before the dogs came around the corner my eyes and
his eyes made four through the window and he shoved the paper underneath the door
and then climbed the tree and escaped over the housetop!” she continued to talk
but I did not want to hear anything more from her. I knew these migrants would eventually cause trouble! I took out my phone and called the police. After
approximately 25 rings a sleepy and gruff voice answered “Hello!” I started to
explain to the person on the line, which I am assuming was an Officer, my reason
for calling. The person interrupted me and said, “Lady we don’t have any squad car to
make any patrols!” "Is that so? I guess
I’ll have to call the Commissioner then!", I told him. He was asking who I
was when I cut off the call. I called the Commissioner of Police on his private number. He had given me the number after I delivered his baby some years ago. His wife almost
died in childbirth and it was my quick thinking and actions that saved her life
and the baby. He told me to call him anytime I had a problem no matter the time of day or night. When he came on the line I told the
Commissioner what was happening and what the Officer at the Police Station had
told me. He said no worries, he would deal with the matter and would call me back. In less than twenty minutes I
heard the sounds of sirens. A police car, accompanied by an army jeep
with four soldiers stopped at my gate. I opened the gate and let them inside.
The Officer who came out of the police car introduced himself as Sergeant Francis. He said that they
were on their way to Moneague in St, Ann when he received the call from the
Commissioner just before they approached the road that led to the Flat Bridge
so they immediately turn around to come and find out what was the matter. By
this time the soldiers had entered the yard and were checking around the back.
Maud held back the dogs who were barking again. Somehow these soldiers did not
seem to be afraid of my dogs. Two of the soldiers climbed on top of the house. I showed Sergeant Francis the dead cats, the
poisoned meat and the note that Cassie had found beneath the door. Sergeant Francis went to examine the cats, he picked up a piece of the meat, sniffed it and put it back on the ground. His phone rang, it was the Commissioner, wanting to know if he had arrived at the house. He was replying to the Commissioner when suddenly
there was a loud commotion coming from around the back of the yard. We heard a voice screaming, “Please Mr. Soljie don’t shoot me!” 
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