When I grow up I want to be a vet but mum doesn't like things that poo in the house which means I'll never be allowed another pet. Not even one. Tiny. Small. Pet. It is true that I have Bathilda Brown, my beautiful, invisible, dribbly dog. But if I'm ever going to be a PROPER, PROFESSIONAL VET, I'm going to need lots of animals that I can actually see. My name is Wendy Quill and this is the story of how I tried to grow a pet!
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