One cold rainy night

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It was the middle of the night and the rain was relentless. Sleeping through this was impossible, or so one would have thought. The noise of the rain and wind was deafening. So much so he couldn't hear himself think, let alone concentrate on god knows what James Bond film it was he had been watching. Clicking his TV of he hefted himself out of his chair and lumbered towards the window. What a miserable night, he thought. Just as he turned towards the kitchen something in the night caught his eye. It can't be! Not here, not now!

But it was! Right there in the middle of the lawn, braced against the rain was...

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