Doris the modified dog presented herself to the half chicken in charge, turned round three times and settled herself down in the cool space under the sink. The half chicken clucked, chirped, squeaked and let out a low moaning sort of bellow and squinted at the monkey rifling through his deep pockets for conkers. The long armed monkey stretched his long fingers into the deepest recesses of the pockets and pulled out handfuls of fluff, bus tickets and sticky bull's eyes. He laid them carefully at the feet of the half chicken who made a sound not unlike a coughing ferret. "What no conkers?" he squeaked.
Dories the modified dog laughed quietly to herself and rattled her lid with keen anticipation.
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