e subjects. this
m, it was motorcycles.
”... r like maniacs, the young hoodlums,” he said,
as a motorcy.
i had a dream about a motorcycle,” said harry, remembering
suddenly. ”it was flying.”
un nearly to the frourned
right around i a harry, his face like a
gigah a mustache: ”motort fly!”
dudley and piers sniggered.
i know they dont,” said harry. ”it was only a dream.”
but he wished he hadnt said anything. if there was ohing
the dursleys hated evehan his askiions, it was
his talking about anything a a way it shouldnt, no matter
if it was in a dream or even a -- they seemed to think he
might get dangerous ideas.
it was a very sunny saturday and the zoo ith
families. the dursleys bought dudley and piers large chocolate
ice creams at the ehehe smiling lady in
the van had asked harry what he wahey could hurry him
away, they bought him a cheap lemo wasnt bad, either,
harry thought, lig it as they watched a g its
head who looked remarkably like dudley, except that it wasnt blond.
harry had the best m hed had in a long time. he was
careful to walk a little art from the dursleys so that
dudley and piers, who were starti bored with the animals
by lunchtime, wouldnt fall ba their favorite hobby of hitting
him. they ate iaurant, and wheantrum
because his knickerblory didnt have enough ice top,
un bought him another one and harry was allowed to finish
the first.
harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all
too good to last.
after luo the reptile house. it was d dark
ih lit windows all along the walls. behind the glass, all
sorts of lizards and snakes were g and slitheris
of wood and stone. dudley aed to see huge, poisonous
d thi-g pythons. dudley quid the
largest she place. it could have ed its body twice