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Mr Whiskers and Ms. Tabby had served in the Queen's Cats, and knew all about Mr. Brownmouse. They went to the relative security of the parlour, and spoke of the matter in dragon-language, which Mr. Brownmouse had never been able to master. ("Too many sparkles," he'd mutter, when he overheard snippets of it.)
Then Mr. Whiskers headed downtown to Catland Yard, and Ms. Tabby and the dragon had a cheerful talk about the merits of bells on toys. They also discussed Mr. brownmouse's rodent mafia connections, which Ms. Tabby was surprised to find that the dragon knew all about. When Mr. Whiskers got home, they compared notes again, and then took a liesurely nap on a pillow in the parlour.
