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Don’t touch it! You don’t want that stuff! It’s for the rats.’
DO RATS NOT FEED THEMSELVES?
‘You bet they do. That’s why we’re going to give them a little extra something before the harvest. A few dollops of this around the holes and - no more rats.’
It took a little rather elderly hens, who had been scratching up the dust, bounded unsteadily towards Miss Flitworth in the broken-knicker-elastic run of hens everywhere. She reached down quickly and picked one up. It regarded Bill Door with bright, stupid eyes.
‘Do you know how to pluck a chicken?’ said Miss Flitworth.
Bill looked from her to the hen.while for Bill Door to put two and two together, but when this took place it was like megaliths mating.THAT IS POISON?‘Essence of spikkle, mixed with oatmeal. Never fails.’AND THEY DIE?‘Instantly. Straight over and legs in the air. We’re having bread and cheese,’ she added. ‘I ain’t doing big cooking twice in one day, and we’re having chicken tonight. Talking of chicken, in fact . . . come on . . .’ She took a cleaver off the rack and went out into the yard. Cyril the cockerel eyed her suspiciously from the top of the midden. His harem of fat and
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