‘I am not having it,’ said Larry throatily. ‘I am not having it. Birds and dogs and hedgehogs all over the house and now a bear. What does he think this is, for Christ’s sake? A bloody Roman arena?’ ‘Gerry, dear, do be careful,’ said Mother quaveringly. ‘It looks rather fierce.’ ‘It will kill us all,’ quavered Margo with conviction.
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