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The coast was not clear for long, Mr Smith came back from

reading his paper and saw Mac.

“Mac, old boy, why do you, such a big dog, choose to sit in

such a small passage?” he asked.

“You know you shouldn't be here, Mrs Smith will find you and

you don't want that do you?”

Mac looked up with his big droopy Mac eyes,

and rumbled softer this time....

“Grmmgrl.”