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‘Put your head on et Tom into position ‘Lie very, very still’

Calluently dripped it into Tom’s ear Tom whimpered as the warm oil oozed inside

‘It’s OK, To his forehead ‘It’ll just feel a little strange’

Callum refilled the eyedropper and squirted some h its legs doith a viscous substance, thus preventing it fro the pain of see at full throttle in his son’s head

Calluled forceps to re floated out of Toe of olive oil

‘Hey—there it is!’ Callu so it on one of theot it, Tommy It’s out’

Tom sniffled ‘Can I look?’

Callum used another tissue to absorb the oil puddled in To the tissue in place to catch the remainder of the oil as it ran out

To ‘What sort of beetle is it, Daddy?’

‘Looks like a stinkbug to me,’ Callum mused

‘Can I take it for show and tell?’

Calluhed ‘Sure We’ll put it in a specimen pot’

Toled into his chest They all sat for a few low of another crisis averted

‘Daddy,’ To up ‘How come you don’t have a shirt on?’