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Category:
Family
Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
ISBN-10: 1849639965
Type: Fiction
Pages: 310
Copyright: August 29, 2014
ISBN-13: 9781849639965
Third in pet series continuing the exploits of a young veterinarian in a small animal hospital on the south coast of England
Join this rooky vet, Paul Mitchell, in a further six months of hilarious escapades. He's confronted by a ravenous pig while sunbathing naked in a cornfield. He locks jaws with a caiman with scale rot and battled with Doug, a vicious miniature donkey that's always sinking his teeth into him. Throughout his adventures, Paul is loyally supported by the team in the hospital - in particular Beryl, the elderly one-eyed receptionist, and Lucy, the junior nurse - together with whom he shares this merry-go-round of mayhem. It's a gripping, fast page-turner that's guaranteed to keep animal lovers entranced.
Excerpt
JUST WHERE DOES THE BUCK STOP?
I’d just hopped across the shopping precinct, perspiration trickling down my spine, and was crouched outside Westcott’s Pet Emporium, when two men staggered out from the Crown and Anchor, a local watering hole adjacent to the Pound Shop, and swayed to a halt. One grasped the sleeve of the other.
‘Christ, Sean, do you see what I see?’ slurred the sleeve holder, pointing at me while bringing his free hand up to rub first his right eye and then his left, shaking his head once he’d done so.
‘It’s a rabbit, Mick,’ declared his mate, attempting to focus his bleary eyes on me, but failing miserably.
‘Jesus, I know it’s a rabbit, but just look at the bloody size of it.’
‘Tis big to be sure.’
‘To think they sell rabbits that big,’ said the sleeve holder, looking up at the pet shop sign.
‘Tis enough to scare the shit out yer,’ said Mick’s mate, still in his clutches, both rocking from side to side.
‘Hi guys,’ I called out from where I was crouched in front of the shop, my voice muffled by the rabbit costume I was wearing.
‘Bloody hell, Sean,’ spluttered the sleeve holder. ‘It can talk too.’
‘What did it say, Mick?’
‘Don’t care what it bloody well said, Sean, I can’t be having with a rabbit that talks. Especially one that size.’
‘I need another drink,’ exclaimed Mick’s mate.
‘Me too.’
Both men reeled back inside the pub from which they’d just emerged.
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