So Mrs. Grubbly and Mrs. Beetlebomb sat down on the apple couch
and spread the food and drink on the apple table and then had a nice
chat. After
a while Mrs. Beetlebomb asked: "Where's your boy, Garry?" "Oh he's away
playing," said Mrs. Grubbly. "I do hope he hasn't ventured through the
hole in the wall?" said Mrs. Beetlebomb. "He would never do that," said Mrs. Grubbly.
