“Yes, good idea. Aunty Da, what about his milkshake?”“I really think he ought to have some before retiring. Don’t worry about your new bed, he didn’t soil that before, so I don’t think that he wil tonight either, but I wouldn’t want him getting up in the middle of the night looking for something to eat, if I lived in a house with him.”
“No, you’re probably right. Den, just sit your father on the edge of the table a minute. Din, get a glass of that milkshake wil you, please?”
When he had downed that and there were no suspicious noises or smells, Wan told the children to take their father to bed.
“I’ll be up soon to see that he’s al right, but I think he’l sleep now.”
“Well, well, well, Aunty Da, what a to do, eh? Now we’ve got a bird-man
