Ferdi has jumped out of his fur! Fallen out of his box!

Ferdinand is back in his box!

He slunk in, in the early hours.

But he has been back before! A couple of weeks ago...

But buggered off again when he noticed that the boiler was busted.
It would take a "couple of weeks before it could be fixed," the plumber said, sucking the words in over his teeth. And we just had to have the coldest snap of the winter -7 degrees c. Lasted for a whole seven days. Perma frost.

Martin borrowed the brass for the boiler from his father.

I'm going to shout in his lug-hole. Not Martin's lug-hole. Ferdinand's lug-hole.

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Leaving us to freeze our paws off. Where's the solidarity?

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He looks cosy. All snug as a bug...

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FERDINAND!!!! Crash, bang, wollop.

Oh dear! Ferdi has jumped out of his fur! Fallen out of his box!

Shame!

Ferdinand: a night on the tiles