If you are anticipating a mystery novel, pass on this cutesy poo narration on the glories of the Hunt. Who knew? Wily talking foxes, horses, dogs, birds and cynical cat will make you run for the insulin and curse a human cast so big and unweildy and boring it took pages to describe them all. Before the story gets underway. And oh yes, a corpse though you won't read much about the murder investigation. The sheriff, you see, is a member of the Hunt club. Fortunately, I found the book in the library and I would hate to have paid for such a galloping dud.