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And . . . ‘ Dibbler stared reflectively, ‘ . . . we could try . . . a great big shark?’ Even Dibbler sounded slightly surprised at his own suggestion.
Soll looked hopefully at Victor.
‘I’m almost certain sharks didn’t fight in the Civil War,’ said Victor.
‘You sure?’
‘I’m sure people would have noticed,’ said Victor.
‘They’d go mooning around over some girl who’s letting dretful Creatures of the Night into the world,’ said Gaspode.
‘I should hope not,’ said Victor, and then, ‘What do you mean?’
‘Aha! Now he listens! Your girlfriend‑‘have got trampled by the elephants,’ muttered Soll.‘Yeah,’ said Dibbler, sadly. ‘It was just a thought. Don’t know why I said it, really.’He stared at nothing for a while, and then shook his head briskly.A shark, Victor thought. All the little golden fishes of your own thoughts are swimming away happily, and then the water moves and this great shark of a thought comes in from outside. As if someone’s doing our thinking for us. ‘You just don’t know how to behave,’ Victor told Gaspode, when they were alone. ‘I could hear you grumbling under the chair the whole time.’‘I might not know how to behave, but at least I don’t