I thought they looked so pretty I just wanted to hold them for a moment, smoothing the silver paper and fingering the bows, trying to guess what might be inside. They were wrapped up in shiny silver paper with big pink bows. He held it over his nose like a cuddle blanket, while Mum and Steve cooed at his cuteness. Tiger went exploring under my bed and came out all fluffy, clutching one of my long-forgotten socks. Mum and Steve perched at the end, drinking coffee. Tiger cried when the flames went out, so we had to light them all again for him to huff and puff at. He's really called Tim, but Tiger suits him better. He's too tiny to sing but he made a loud he-he-he noise, sitting up on his padded bottom and clapping his hands. My little half-brother Tiger came crawling into my bedroom too. They'd stuck candles in a big fat croissant and put a little paper umbrella and a cocktail stick of cherries in my orange juice. Mum and Steve woke me up singing ' Happy Birthday to you'.
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