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My father was a spitfire pilot in North Africa. He died in 1943, his belongings was sent back to us in a big trunk. My mother put the trunk in a bedroom, in our small house. A few days later, my mother went to check on my baby brother, who was asleep in his cot. When she went in, she saw a strange creature on the wall. Without thinking about it she ran next door for help. It just so happened that the man living next door fought in the First World War. He went up to look at the creature and noticed instantly, that it was a scorpion. He quickly went down the stairs and grabbed the coal shovel, and went back upstairs. The man hit the scorpion with the coal shovel, killing it and my brother lived to tell the tale.

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