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[dreamer_easy]

Tim woke us up with copious, unproductive retching, which soon produced a crumbled bit of tinfoil. The little devil had got into my cheese paste triangles yesterday, but I didn't realise he'd manage to ingest part of one of the wrappers. Once he'd got it out of his system he was instantly his normal springy self and started chirping for his breakfast. I keel heem.