1. "Look at his eyelashes," says my mother again. "They're like Grandpa Barclay's -- his used to curl over his eyelids like anything."
2. A lost toy rabbit -- loved into greyness -- waits patiently and faithfully on a wall in the street leading up to the park.
3. A man walking round the Grove's perimeter seems to be chased by a few dead leaves. It's the ears and tail of a dachshund -- the rest of her was hidden by a rise in the ground.
