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pots, bowls, jars and the electric toaster. Charles raced into the other room and came back with his own acoustic guitar plus a spare one for Wolf.
Everyone in the room joined either the rhythm or the insane chorus. ‘Aye - ah, Yie, yie - Yiyah’. One song led to another. The party went on late into the night, but for some strange reason none of the neighbours complained.
It could have been that they were all happy as well, or perhaps it was something to do with the twenty-one motorbikes in the front yard.
Saffron only hung around for a little while. Although she was feeling so much happier now, all she could think of was her warm, comfy bed and her small, fluffy kitten. She fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow and the sound of about thirty people having a sing-along just down the corridor didn’t even disturb her dreams.