Wilson turned to Antony. 'You took a photograph of the mole? You clever, clever lad! Then all perhaps is not lost — I shall still see the little guy!' Relief spread across his furry face.
'Um, it didn't turn out very well…' Antony explained, hesitantly.
'Nonsense!' Wilson rejoined, 'I'm sure it's splendid. I shall have it framed and hang it in the Living Room!'
'No, it really isn't very good…' Antony continued, as he went into the kitchen to fetch the photograph.
Returning a few minutes later, he handed Wilson a Polaroid.
'Oh!' Wilson exclaimed, 'It's very out of focus, but I can still just make him out. He looks a lot like you, Antony!'
Antony shuffled from foot to foot, before admitting, 'That's because it is me, I hoped you wouldn't notice. The camera went off unexpectedly, while I was looking through the wrong end of the viewfinder…'
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