In my garden, there lived a cat . Seeing it one morning, elegantly tipping the milk bottle so as not to spill the contents, one of my flatmates christened it Einstein. Einstein it remained. A most intelligent cat, which on one occasion stole a large pork chop, and on another a pound of sausages, from right under our noses.
And yet Einstein was able to put all this intelligence aside and be simply — Cat.
There was a small, busy rat, which lived under the garden shed, together with a number of other assorted rodents.
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