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‘Hi Barry,’ said Bunky, smiling at Nancy, who was wearing a scratch-and-sniff sticker of a mushroom doing a thumbs up she’d got for being the best at spelling.

I looked at my half-dog, half-best- friend and wrinkled my forehead. There was something about him that didn’t make sense.

I Future-Ratboy-zoomed my eyes in and tried to work out what it was.