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The girl looks up in surprise and examines Ilvie and Theo through the thick lenses of her glasses. Ilvie notices that the little girl has a big bandage covering her right eye. “Hello!” says the girl, beaming when she sees Theo.

“By the thin-as-a-rail Tetraodon! You’re a sweet little monkey!”

‘Sweet? Sweet!’ twinkles Theo grumpily. ‘I’m notatall sweet. Sweet is an insult, you strange little human child!’

Sometimes, it’s really good that people can’t understand Theo’s twinkling, thinks Ilvie.

“I’m Leonie,” says the girl. “And who are you?”

“My name is Ilvie, and this is my friend Theo,” answers Ilvie, stroking the tufts of hair on the little monkey’s head as he bows courteously to Leonie. “We just wanted to stop a while. May we sit down next to you?”

“Yes, of course! I’m happy to meet you,” replies Leonie, sweeping the sheets of paper back into the box and putting it on the ground in order to make space for her new friends on the swing.

Carefully, Theo tries to climb up onto the swing. ‘Waaaah, this thing keeps moving!’ he twinkles indignantly. ‘What kind of strange seat is this in this peculiar human country? No normal monkey can climb up onto it!’