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Denise Brock

I was a badger near your green but the worms dried up and when we found my dad curled up we left for a new bank. We were at Oldton for centuries - build a castle under that bank - you could hear us tumbling around if you put you head to the grass. Ask Bill Oddie - he came to make a survey on us but we left that night and he found us gone next morning. We had to bury our dad first - his bones must be there still. No one used him as a shaving brush I hope...Den Brock

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