W doesn't know whether that's good or bad, and he doesn't like to ask as she's very busy setting up an IV Drip – I'm not certain, but I think it contains orange juice.
Once the nurse had left, a melancholy mood descended as we all sat at the bedside watching Mr J moulder.
Wilson reached out and nudged him gently with his paw; Mr J rolled over and W said, 'Look! He moved!' but now the fading fruit is just lying motionless on his side.
After a few minutes, one of Mr J's Googly Eyes slid down his face and came to rest on the sheet...
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