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m, it was motorcycles.

”... r like maniacs, the young hoodlums,” he said,

as a motorcy.

i had a dream about a motorcycle,” said harry, remembering

suddenly. ”it was flying.”

un nearly to the frourned

right around i a harry, his face like a

gigah a mustache: ”motort fly!”

dudley and piers sniggered.

i know they dont,” said harry. ”it was only a dream.”

but he wished he hadnt said anything. if there was ohing

the dursleys hated evehan his askiions, it was

his talking about anything a a way it shouldnt, no matter

if it was in a dream or even a -- they seemed to think he

might get dangerous ideas.

it was a very sunny saturday and the zoo ith

families. the dursleys bought dudley and piers large chocolate

ice creams at the ehehe smiling lady in

the van had asked harry what he wahey could hurry him

away, they bought him a cheap lemo wasnt bad, either,

harry thought, lig it as they watched a g its

head who looked remarkably like dudley, except that it wasnt blond.

harry had the best m hed had in a long time. he was

careful to walk a little art from the dursleys so that

dudley and piers, who were starti bored with the animals

by lunchtime, wouldnt fall ba their favorite hobby of hitting

him. they ate iaurant, and wheantrum

because his knickerblory didnt have enough ice top,

un bought him another one and harry was allowed to finish

the first.

harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all

too good to last.

after luo the reptile house. it was d dark

ih lit windows all along the walls. behind the glass, all

sorts of lizards and snakes were g and slitheris

of wood and stone. dudley aed to see huge, poisonous

d thi-g pythons. dudley quid the

largest she place. it could have ed its body twice

around uns d crushed it into a trash -- but at

the moment it didnt look in the mood. in fact, it .

dudley stood with his nainst the glass, staring

at the glistening brown coils.

”make it move,” he whi his father. uapped

on the glass, but the snake didnt budge.

”do it again,” dudley ordered. un rapped the glass

smartly with his khe s snoozed on.

”this is b,” dudley moaned. he shuffled away.

harry moved in froank aly at the

snake. he wouldnt have bee had died of boredom

itself -- no paupid pe their fingers

orying to disturb it all day long. it was worse than

having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was aunt

petuhe door to ; at least he got to

visit the rest of the house.

the snake suddes beady eyes. slowly, very slowly,

it raised its head until its eyes were oh harrys.

it winked.

harry stared. then he looked quid to see if anyone was

watg. they werent. he looked back at the snake aoo.

the ss head toward un ahen

raised its eyes to the g. it gave harry a look that said

quite plainly:

”i get that all the time.

”i know,” harry murmured through the glass, though he wasnt

sure the snake could hear him. ”it must be really annoying.”

the snake nodded vigorously.

”where do you , anyway?” harry asked.

the sail at a little sighe

glass. harry peered at it.

boa strictor, brazil.

”was it here?”

the boa strictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and

harry read on: this spe was bred in the zoo. ”oh, i see --

so youve o brazil?”

as the ss head, a deafening shout behind harry

made both of them