After a few miles I turned the radio on, but the song playing was The Beatles’ And I love Her – Wilson reached out and tapped the Off button with his claw.
I stopped the car in a Lay-By so we could talk; Wilson held out the Polaroid he’d been gazing at since I first saw him – it showed a pretty young sloth, smiling at the camera.
‘This’ he told me, ‘is Cinthya Nazereth – the loveliest sloth in the world...’
After a moment, he continued, ‘I was certain she’d marry me – we’d done some kissing round the back of the Capybara Enclosure and everything – but she said she wasn’t quite ready to settle down yet.’
I shook my head sympathetically.
‘Still,’ he continued, ‘She did say it wasn’t me, it was her – so that’s something!’
‘Yes,’ I agreed, ‘it is – hold on to that thought.’
I started the engine and continued our journey home…
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