“I can leap from the old gate post stone to the top of the bike shed,” said Ruby.


“Miaohh, no you don’t,” said The Bullpuss, “that will scare the recuperating mice! We shall arrange a column of CatBots, plus your mother to allow you to pop your furry face over the top edge of the shed. To ask if you may speak to the mice and then to offer them, your contrite apologies!”