In June this year, Fing was pleased to see that his famous bear catching cousin, Jack, was still up to his old tricks, despite being crippled with arthritis and suffering from chronic hairballs.
In the summer Trotter and Fing took acid and the sky melted.
In the spring I was mugged by these street ducks and spent a week recovering from a heavily bruised shin from several nasty pecks.
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