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»Where is Bromford Bibble?« Kylie asks.

»Hasn't each and every one of us already asked that question, Missy?« the llama answers.

»I think he went in there.«

Nigel is pointing at the laurel hedges.

»Didn't know we had a hedge labyrinth on our property«, Claude Sideburns says to Gilbert, the butler, and Hildegard, the housekeeper, his parents.

»We didn't have a hedge labyrinth near Brompton Castle when we stepped outside the library, I think.«

Hildegard is scratching her forehead.

And with a faint howling the air in the front yard is suddenly freezing cold like a pile of open iceboxes.

Bored of the life in the City of Gold

He'd left and let nobody know.

Gone were the towers he had known from a child,

Alone with the dream of a life

He travelled the wide open road,

The blinkered arcade,

In search of another to share in his life.

Nowhere.

Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

They don't even know of our existence.

Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold

That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage

Beast that can talk, read the sign.

The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame

And questioned his story again.

But soon they grew bored of their prey

Beast that can talk?

More like a freak or publicity stunt.

Oh

No.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail

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Today is Saturday, the 1st of July 2023.

Iceboxes