Looking down at the little fox girl lying on her back in his lap, Henry sighed and lifted her up off his lap, standing her in front of him and folding his arms once again as he sat up straight against the back of the chair.
"Why don't you go play in the back garden if you're bored?" he curtly suggested, picking up his newspaper once again as he spoke and opening it up, creating a paper-thin barrier between himself and the child. Given how the girls presence in his home still made him rather uncomfortable, Henry decided that the best strategy was to let her entertain herself in between meals, baths and bedtime, wanting to keep as much distance between himself and the kit as he could.
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