Eccentricity
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"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. It’s 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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