Thomas Kinkade Courage

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couple of times every day. You could set your . . . your,’ it hesitated. ‘It was always the same times. Many times a day.’
‘Three ‘Yeah, I want this cleared up right now,’ squeaked the mouse. ‘Back home I was top mouse. I could lick any other mouse in the house. I want a proper name, kid. Anyone calls me Squeaky Boots’, he looked up at Victor, ‘is asking for a head shaped like a frying pan, do I make myself clear?’
The duck quacked at length. times. Three performances. Like a sort of theatre?’ said Victor, running his finger down the page. ‘We can’t count up to three,’ said the rabbit sourly. ‘It goes one . . . many. Many times.’ He glared at Victor. ‘Mr Thumpy,’ it said, in withering tones. ‘And people from other places brought him fish,’ said Victor. ‘There’s no-one else living near here. They must have come from miles away. People sailed miles just to bring him fish. It’s as though he didn’t want to eat fish out of the bay here. And it’s teeming with them. When I went swimming I saw lobsters you wouldn’t believe.’ ‘What did you name them?’ said Mr Thumpy, who wasn’t the kind of rabbit that forgot a grudge. ‘Mr Snappy