Perky Pets

The establishment in question, which rejoiced in the name of Perky Pets, was to be found quite a long way up the Gloucester Road, in a back street of Horfield. Thither they crawled in the official charabanc, piloted by Mr Jagtar Singh, black of turban and ill-fittingly braided, through interminable grinding traffic. Mrs Arabella Perroquet perched beside the Mayor on expensive cushions, which with her guano she occasionally besmirched, causing…

Sadly, as they found, the benefices of Perky Pets did not extend to the provision of VIP facilities, and so they were forced to endure the uncouth and inchoate savagery of the beasts in there.

…black turban and the very same braid conveyed them to the very same infirmary for indisposed beasts, viz. Perky Pets, reposing in the very same back streets of Horfield, with the very same waiting room, overseen by the very same monstrously fat beldam in green, and in which qualitatively if not numerically identical indisposed beasts in boxes or on human laps - rovers and towsers and pusses in the main,…

…inwit who, democratically dispensing with the services of Mr Jagtar Singh and the Mayoral charabanc, took wing from Perky Pets and flew back into the centre of our City. Following the contours of the Gloucester Road, he very promptly became aware of the great black cloud billowing into the sky.

“That fellow told me directly that she was dead, at the hands of Perky Pets, and so I do know him most directly as a deceitful rogue.”