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Crock-a-crock!
She’s brushing her hair away from her face in this one. Eyes closed, lips squeezed together. The bear rears up above her.
Crock! Crock! Crock!
What on earth’s going on out there? Hold on, Dixon, I’ll be out in a minute.
The very last page of the album – it’s the Southgate, with its goose.
She’s with another friend in this one. They’re sharing the scarf, heads tilted towards each other. Both smiling. Both squinting in the sunshine. That same T-shirt. LIFE.
Crock-a-crock-a-crooooooooock!
Oh, Dixon. All right, all right, I’m–– “FOX!” It’s Grandad.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
He bashes his stick on the floorboards. BANG! BANG! BANG!
“FOX!” His super-voice bellows through the house. “FOX IN THE CHICKEN RUN! FOX IN THE CHICKEN RUN!”
Fox in the run?
But I closed the gate. Didn’t I?
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