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Chapters (30)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Part One
  4. The Sari
  5. Overcrowding
  6. Blue Rose Orange
  7. Frost
  8. Underneath the Arches
  9. The Taste of Black Jack
  10. Penny for the Guy
  11. Winning The Pools
  12. Blood Brothers
  13. Grey Blue Green
  14. Custard Out of a Tin
  15. Looking for Monkeys Up in the Zoo (Je t’aime ... moi non plus)
  16. Sunday, Sunday
  17. The Thames
  18. Lambeth Walk
  19. Susan
  20. The Face of God
  21. Off to See the Wizard ...
  22. In the Dead of Night
  23. Whitsun
  24. Part Two
  25. Cowboys and Indians
  26. Tribal Scars
  27. China Walk
  28. Tired of Fighting
  29. Cat and Mouse
  30. In the Ruins

I couldn’t see a way through. I looked down in the puddle and told myself to stop fighting, and kicked my reflection away.

Cat and Mouse

Tom was pretending to be a baby because the dog was looking for him. He had a milk bottle to suck on, but Jerry had a safety-pin for the nappy, and when he stuck it in you could see Tom’s tonsils. The dog caught Tom coming down and rubbed his back to burp him, but it was still a dog looking up and down for a cat and checking the nappy to see if that was the cat in there. It didn’t smell right. Jerry put a clothes peg on the dog’s nose and passed him a new nappy. The dog nodded to thank him and stuck in a safety-pin. He had to hold on to the nappy until the baby came back from hitting the roof while keeping an eye out for the cat and thanking the mouse for his help. Then he stuck the milk bottle back in the baby’s mouth. Because cats like milk, Tom kept sucking. Jerry tossed him a fish out the fridge, and Tom snapped it up, and gulped, and swallowed. Which was fishy. The dog was holding the milk bottle with a look on his face about the baby, seeing himself sat in a wet nappy, holding a smelly cat dripping off the end of a fishing rod. So Tom stuck the milk bottle in the dog’s mouth, and went after Jerry, and the dog dropped the milk bottle and nappy and went after Tom. Only this time Jerry got caught, bumping into a bottle of baby powder and a white cloud of it fell on top of him, followed by a wobbling pile of nappies. All you could see was the white sheet of a nappy staggering about like a lost ghost. Tom stopped, and put out his hand to stop the traffic. The dog stopped, and a tear dropped from Tom’s eye. Tom pointed, and the dog looked as the nappy sneezed and the powdery white ghost of the baby he’d dropped stepped out from under the sheet. Wings appeared and a halo as Jerry flew up, and the body of the white mouse baby fell down flat. Busola started making the sound of the funeral march, and the dog’s face crumpled up. But something else went wrong with the projector, as well as no sound, the film stuck and burned brown and black into blinding white.