There was a dead rat on the verandah the other morning. A very large, very dead rat. Right there, under Lucy's window.
And I was the only one home.
Dad wasn't there to remove it, so I marched inside, and rang Mum (who was in Orange) to tell her.
"THERE'S A DEAD RAT ON THE VERANDAH!!!" I said. "A dead rat, on the verandah. And Dad's not he-ere!!!" I
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