Antonio made his way through Agar Hall on a quest to find Rabbie…
…eventually tracking him down in the kitchen.
There he found him lovingly indulging his pretty little daughter Morag with her favourite breakfast of Shredded Wheat with banana slices.
Antonio experienced a tiny twinge of what he could only describe as regret as he gazed upon the heart-warming tableau. But he shook the unexpected feeling off pretty quickly, remembering that the Ultra Modern already had its share of tinies in the lively forms of Liz’s two girls, and playing uncle to them was far more easily fitted in around his busy work and even busier social life than being a father.
“GET THAT MONKEY OUT OF MY KITCHEN!” shouted cook angrily, as Cameron made a grab for the loaf of bread she’d bought fresh from Jenny Wren’s bakery that very morning.
Cameron was banished to the hallway where he was tied to the umbrella stand and proceeded to sulk.
He was actually quite spoiled by Antonio, being generally allowed to roam freely in the Ultra Modern, and so, despite the joy of his morning exercise in the lofty heights of Agar Hall’s conservatory, he was pretty miffed to find himself chained and restrained. “Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored,” he might have said, had he been a small child and not a monkey.
His boredom was soon alleviated when an elderly member wandered into the hallway and shrieked loudly, throwing her arms up in the air in great alarm at the unexpected sight that greeted her.
“Take that!” she shouted, brandishing a stout walking stick snatched deftly from the stand, as memories of ‘vermin’ just like him from Burma, nineteen forty two, flooded back.
Hearing the almighty rumpus going on in the hallway, Rabbie and Antonio rushed to investigate.
To be continued…
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