This year’s Scribes’ Convention, devoted to the theme “paper houses,” was reportedly disrupted by the appearance of a small furry intruder, who played havoc with the painstakingly erected hieroglyphic panels, tickled the legs of assembled conventioneers and otherwise made itself a general nuisance. At last sight the entire convention, in full fox-hunting regalia, was in hot pursuit down the streets of Leicester, to indignant-amazed cries of “speech! speech!”
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