Fing stands by the door and crys to go out.
'You cant!' I cry, ' There are Stoats
and
Weasles!'
'Foxes
and Ferrets!
He looks at me. He looks me up and down with a look of such intense disdain that for a brief moment it looks like he's about to suck his teeth to the back of his head. Then he storms off and attacks Trotter who had quite happily been minding his own business playing with his favourite yellow football.
Poor Trotter.
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