"Jeremy Poynt!"

The ermine mayor of Muggidrear turned away from the front door to see his sister scowling and tapping her paw.

"What is it this time, Sybil?" he groaned. He was the Lord Mayor, he told himself, the most important creature in Welkin after the royal family. He should not be henpecked by his sister.

"Jeremy, you simply cannot go out like that!" Sybil gestured at her brother's hindpaws. "Wearing spats without shoes indeed. Itís silly.What will people think?"

Poynt drew himself up and puffed out his chest.

"Sybil, I have money. I'm allowed to be mildly eccentric."


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