PLATE XXIX Al’s Grid
Al wasn’t fooling anyone with his wire grid, everyone was well aware of his fixation on Marcia’s breasts.
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PLATE XXVIII The Effects of Addiction
PLATE XXVIII The Effects of Addiction
The parrot found Oxo irresistible, so much so that whenever Hugh’s brother would offer him any he practically turned into a vulture.
PLATE XXVII Puppy Love
PLATE XXVII Puppy Love
To be admired by someone with a trifurcated tail often produces an excitement too great to contain, especially in the young,
PLATE XXVI The Prong-tailed Cat
PLATE XXVI The Prong-tailed Cat
Violet’s forked tail was the envy of both the rabbit and the gerbil. It had earned her the number one spot on the blancmange trampling team. But she was secretly quite embarrassed. What she wouldn’t give for a puff or a separated appendage!
PLATE XXV Lifeguard Number Six
PLATE XXV Lifeguard Number Six
For thousands of years the gulls had had the beach to themselves, but now…
PLATE XXIV Allegro Furioso
PLATE XXIV Allegro Furioso
Hugh had for a long time dreamed of playing Carnegie Hall. When his chance finally came, he gave it all he had.
PLATE XXIII The Accident
PLATE XXIII The Accident
The accident attracted a lot of attention from all quarters. Vincent had been facing the wrong way when the Riley hove into sight — or not, as was actually the case.
PLATE XXII Teatime at Mafeking
PLATE XXII Teatime at Mafeking
Hugh’s grandfather (even after he had been badly wounded) always found that a good cuppa made the seige more bearable, wild animals and native emissaries notwithstanding. It was all over by the middle of May in any case.
PLATE XXI The Grateful Dog
PLATE XXI The Grateful Dog
Gelatinous cranberry sauce or pork chop the dog was always so grateful. The cat, on the other hand, was more focused on capture. Rosemary thought the puppy cute, but had to admit that in the game of life she had to respect the cat more.
PLATE XX The Red and Black Milonga
PLATE XX The Red and Black Milonga
It was just as Hugh had feared. Everyone appeared so completely au fait. He felt about as relevant as a blue cat. He would need a lot more encouragement before he could give this kind of thing a go.
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