"What's that, Gussie?"

"It's a newt." said the owner of said newt proudly.

I looked sideways at Bingo, all signs of the previous day's scuffle forgotten.

"What's it for?" asked Bingo.

"For? Why, to study and take care of, of course."

"Take care of that slimy thing?" Bingo asked incredulously.

"I stuck one of those down my sister's back once." I commented. "I wouldn't recommend it if there are aunts in the vicinity. Dangerous business, avoiding aunts."