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They're hopping about in my back yard. It turns out that they stowed away on a Carolina to Riga flight, but got bored and parachuted out over England using handkerchiefs from the luggage of a Latvian duke. They landed about an hour ago, narrowly missing my rather thorny pyrocanthia bush. I'd tell Mr Lynch that they're here but to be honest they seem happy enough wandering around twitching their noses and playing with the tennis ball. I might let them stay here as they are rather good at speaking French, which may come in handy when I'm scanning the shortwave.
Predictable 'joke' over. As you were.
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