Ming saw something was wrong.
Teddy and Bun were bored
Bun had an idea. "We’ll listen to the radio."
But Teddy was cross. He wanted music. He wanted to dance.
Bun wanted news.
Ming sighed. "Read a book," he said.
"Don’t like these," Bun said after a time. "They frighten me." Teddy agreed.
"What’s your book about?" Teddy asked.
"About a man with a beard. " Bun said. "Yours?"
""A crazy detective. He shouts and kills people."
"This book’s alright," Bun said. "I think I'd like to drink there."
Bun looked across to see Teddy's book
Teddy sighed. "More crazy detectives who drink and kill and have nice teeth."
"I’m bored," Bun said.
And Teddy fell asleep.