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The following morning, the youngsters got up and dressed quickly and quietly and went downstairs. All was as usual in the breakfast room, but Uncle Wulf was nowhere to be seen. Breakfast for Rag and Boyd was a matter of buttering toast and eating bacon and poached eggs quietly and trying hard not to guess what might happen to them. ‘What do you think he’ll do?’ Rag said when she couldn’t bear the silence any longer. Boyd shrugged; his mouth was full of toast. Rag, rarely at a loss for words, didn’t know what else to say. They carried on eating and waited. Uncle Wulf arrived just as they were finishing, he came into the room, the pukis riding on his shoulder; it now had a little leather collar on. Wulf was carrying a wide basket, which he put on the floor in the corner. He pointed to it and the pukis meekly flew down and curled up inside. Uncle Wulf sat down at the table in silence. The three of them looked at each other. Eventually Wulf spoke first. ‘You will have questions.’
The following morning, the youngsters got up and dressed quickly and quietly and went downstairs. All was as usual in the breakfast room, but Uncle Wulf was nowhere to be seen. Breakfast for Rag and Boyd was a matter of buttering toast and eating bacon and poached eggs quietly and trying hard not to guess what might happen to them. ‘What do you think he’ll do?’ Rag said when she couldn’t bear the silence any longer. Boyd shrugged; his mouth was full of toast. Rag, rarely at a loss for words, didn’t know what else to say. They carried on eating and waited. Uncle Wulf arrived just as they were finishing, he came into the room, the pukis riding on his shoulder; it now had a little leather collar on. Wulf was carrying a wide basket, which he put on the floor in the corner. He pointed to it and the pukis meekly flew down and curled up inside. Uncle Wulf sat down at the table in silence. The three of them looked at each other. Eventually Wulf spoke first. ‘You will have questions.’
The following morning, the youngsters got up and dressed quickly and quietly and went downstairs. All was as usual in the breakfast room, but Uncle Wulf was nowhere to be seen. Breakfast for Rag and Boyd was a matter of buttering toast and eating bacon and poached eggs quietly and trying hard not to guess what might happen to them. ‘What do you think he’ll do?’ Rag said when she couldn’t bear the silence any longer. Boyd shrugged; his mouth was full of toast. Rag, rarely at a loss for words, didn’t know what else to say. They carried on eating and waited. Uncle Wulf arrived just as they were finishing, he came into the room, the pukis riding on his shoulder; it now had a little leather collar on. Wulf was carrying a wide basket, which he put on the floor in the corner. He pointed to it and the pukis meekly flew down and curled up inside. Uncle Wulf sat down at the table in silence. The three of them looked at each other. Eventually Wulf spoke first. ‘You will have questions.’