A Triumph of surgery
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I was really worried about tricki time. I had pulled up my car when I saw him in the street with his mistress and I was shocked at his appearance.
He had become hugely fat, like a bloated sausage with a lag at each corner. His eyes, bloodshot and rheumy, stared straight ahead and his
tongue lolled from his jaws. Mrs pumphrey hastened to explain, ''He was so listless, Mr Herriot. He seemed to have no energy. I thought he
must be suffering form malnutrition, so I have been giving him some little extras between meals to build him up, some malt and cod- liver
oil and a bowl of Horlicks at night to make him sleep - Nothing much really.''
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