Mr Pussy’s Christmas Message
As you know, at Christmas animals gain the power of speech and, since the Gentle Author retreated wearily to bed hours ago, I am taking this opportunity to sneak in a seasonal greeting upon behalf of us both. While the author slumbers and dreams, I watch over Spitalfields and ensure that all are safe through the long hours of the night. Brick Lane is empty, the Market is still, the stars gleam over Christ Church and I keep my lonely vigil in the dark streets, so you may sleep peacefully. I bless you every one. Your Feline Servant, Mr P.
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