triumph of surgery
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- How little was it, Mrs. Pumphrey
- He was so listless and tired Mr. Herriot, I thought he was suffering from malnutrition So I gave him some little extras between meals.
- yes! ofcourse!!So Little
- Umm...well....not much...but some malt and cod liver oil and a bowl of Horlicks at night for him to sleep.
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- Well, my dear readers as you are witnessing currently, the only problem with the bloated sausage is simply...an intense desire for food.Basically... GREED! (This isn't the end , I have this feeling of seeing our generous friend very soon)
- OH, MR. HERRIOT!! My little tricky is seriously ill, refusing his favorite dishes along with bout vomiting... He's just lying down and panting badly,,, Please save my poor little boy!
- Please Mrs. Pumphrey , trust me , I will surely cure him.
- Poor old lad you haven't had a kick in you , but I think I know a cure for you...
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