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Mobo could clearly see the heavy jowls, the hooded, blue eyes and sour expression of the man who walked past him, but the Mayor didn’t glance down at the fish swimming in the pond or at the small, exhausted bird, slumped less than a metre away from where he was walking. He went to a park bench under an old, spreading tree. Then he sat down and pulled a newspaper out of his briefcase.
Pretending to read the paper, but constantly looking either over his shoulder or at his watch, the man waited for more than half an hour on that bench. It gave Mobo a chance not
only to get his breath back, but to resume his interrupted breakfast.