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We had this little puppy which we had sneaked into our barrack room at Rhyl and we fed it between us, going to the canteen and getting stuff and feeding it.We then took it by train all the way down to Watford, I think it was; we just somehow acquired it and, more to the point, we got away with it!We weren’t meant to have him - not in a barrack room with 20 of us! But nobody ever cottoned on to him. In those days we didn't have any refrigerators but instead we had a ‘meat safe’, which was kept outside. One day, Roger somehow managed to work out how to open the door to the meat safe and stole the joint of meat.When we discovered that the meat had gone missing we informed the powers that be that our meat had disappeared and that we had burglars!I don’t know how many days afterwards it was but we saw the dog coming up the field with the joint of meat in his mouth and we thought: well now we know where the meat went!In the meantime, we lived on mushrooms when we should have had a joint of lamb. We gathered up these huge mushrooms - I've never seen mushrooms as big as they were - and cut them up into thick slices, like bits of beef.We forgave Roger since we found the whole thing quite a laugh.

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