Читать книгу Barry Loser and the trouble with pets - Jim Smith - Страница 52

‘Oh yeah, because I was really being

serious about Bunky treading in it,’

I said, hearing a squelching noise

behind me. I twizzled round and

spotted Anton’s foot, squidged right

in the middle of the poo I was just

talking about.

‘Well that’s blinking brilliant isn’t it,’

said Anton in his non-robot voice.

He hobbled over to the kerb and

scraped his shoe against it. ‘Just

my flipping luck.’

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