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A lot of money had been spent on the houses and they were all huge, but every one looked different. Mobo flew past a building that looked like some child had made it out of coloured leggo-blocks and came to rest in a tree outside the tackiest residence in the whole street.
Mobo had no opinions about human dwellings, except that they wasted a lot of growing space; not sensible like nests or wombat holes. He didn’t take any notice of the crass garden- statues, the curving marble staircase or the mock-turrets on the roof. The only plants out front were clipped and stunted trees stuck into huge, marble urns. They would have looked more at home in a cemetery.
