On seeing the grobble in his path, Verymuch let out a high-pitched yewl. The grobble collapsed immediately and rolled off along the canal as fast as it could. “Looks like a garbage bag, acts like a garbage bag, treat it like a garbage bag,“ Verymuch muttered to himself as he clambered out of the Vibrofoam Canal and made for the Dial-A-Dream booth.
The booth shone gold and white in the moonlit sky and the door was half open, inviting him to step in. But Verymuch, the Ostradilliduck with rear chromospaxils, was no fool. He was filled with deep suspection – spies are born that way.
Slowly he waddled round the booth watching for gleams. Finding none, he stepped inside while letting out another high-pitched yewl just to make sure.
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