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"Oh
yes.. those creatures are.. despicable! I’ve never been so scared in my
life. I was in here yesterday minding my own business, heightening the hem
of one of my miniskirts - I can see by the smile you haven’t forgotten
my old miniskirts, you rogue! Oh where was I, oh yes. Anyway, would you
believe it, this damn little brown mouse started trying to climb my leg.
Scream? You’ve never heard anything like it. I kicked it off and ran out
of the room and shut the door. I tried to find Tiddles in the garden but
he was nowhere to be seen. He’s never been much of a mouser at the best
of times anyway. He seems to lack the killer instinct."
Boris’s
whiskers bristled with rage. How dare she kick her son off her leg! He was
only trying to be friendly. There was no telling what these fiendish
monsters would do next.
"Ah,
so it is mice?" said the man. "If you’ve seen one of the
little blighters, it’s likely you’ll have them all over the
house." The man pointed to his brief case. "There’s a form you
need to fill in about the poison. While you are doing that I’ll just
check the place over for you to see where they are coming from
Marjorie." |
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Boris was thinking hard. Perhaps Squeaker was no longer in the room.
Earlier when the lounge door had been open Squeaker might have escaped.
Maybe he was hiding somewhere in the room? He’d better have a quick look
round anyway if only to find himself somewhere to hide.
"Don’t do everything in a hurry, Harry," said the
woman, purring louder than any cat. "Sit yourself down on the settee
and I’ll get you a brandy. I need someone reliable and strong like you
to help me fill in this form. There you are. There’s nothing wrong with
getting nice and comfy is there? Is that better? Remember?"
"Yes Marjorie, it’s very nice. I say, I wouldn’t say no to
a brandy. That is... hey steady on there, you’re tickling me."
"Let’s
save that for a moment, shall we? A brandy for the gentleman. Of course.
I’ll also go and see if Tiddles has come in yet. He might make your work
extremely easy if he’s in the mood. If he is in the mood, Harry, he
certainly isn’t the only one. And it’s such a warm afternoon, Harry, I
might just slip into something more comfortable."
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