The narrow lane, once a main road that wound its way into the North Kerry market town of Listowel, was at this stage carpeted in green overgrowth, and hosted chaotic brambled verges. My cousin in his late teens walked ahead. While me and my other cousin sharing the age of nine, followed behind nervous and excited in the early morning sun. We stopped by a wooden shed at the side of the laneway. In here, behind some chicken wire, lay the ferrets buried in the warmth of their straw nest. My olde. . .