Pat could sneak into coops through the smallest of spaces, and find all the hens in their usual places, Quiet and soft all asleep on their nests, dreaming of places without Pat the pest. Pat squeezed into the hen house from under the floor, and silently waited for the chickens to snore. Stealing the eggs was no problem for Pat. His problem was what to do after that. Pat the weasel was a professional at his job. But not every day goes as planned. Sometimes life throws you a curve ball. This is the story of one of those days when nothing seems to go right.