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studio. Then he easily defragmented the "impregnable" encryption of the police-station system.
From his perch up in the spreading pine tree, Mobo worked for over two hours. At last he was satisfied that his use of D.A.B. was complete. Data transmission had been verified. He had done his job well and dealt with the evil, human greed which threatened his home.
The mist lifted and the grass started to dry in the warm spring sunshine. Elderly folk, with grey hair and walking frames, came for their daily stroll. Parents of toddlers and pre- schoolers brought them to play. Mobo enjoyed watching these humans. They, like Saffron, are good people, he decided.
Mobo suddenly picked up a new source of radio waves. A simple pattern, not very powerful - but quite close. It came from a low strength, kilohertz transmitter. A series of chuckling chirps broke from the bird as he discovered from where the waves were coming. He thought that after his hard work of the morning, it was time to have a bit of fun.
Mobo could see a young child inexpertly guiding a small, purple and orange racing-buggy up the path. Without even pausing to consider, the cheeky, feathered prankster jammed the boy’s controls and took over driving the car. The racing- buggy, for once, lived up to the orange flame-decals along its sides.
Mobo was a natural expert in control. The toy car twisted and zoomed along the path. The child ran after the buggy.