“You’ve got it,” said Sheila. “Taken there and—”
“Well,
not
quite yet!” interrupted Mr.
McNumpty. “But they will be if we can’t get
themout of there before dawnwhen the abattoir
opens. We need a plan of
action
—and
fast!”
“Thinking caps on, everyone!” said Mr. Bold.
But for a long time there was only silence in
the room.
“The trouble is,” said Roger, sounding very
concerned, “we are all animals. For us to go
anywhere near a slaughterhouse is
madness
,
surely?”
“You mean we get ‘
processed
’ too?” squeaked
Miranda.
Roger nodded solemnly. “Especially me. I’ve
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