Too many, FuckKnuckle, too many.
The faux is a close cousin of the humble acrylic. Once these charming and playful creatures roamed the wild downs of the south-east coastal counties, basking and frolicking in the summer sun, and spending their winters below ground, sleeping, eating, and getting progressively hairier*.
Demand for their easy-care, quick-drying pelts caused them (and their acrylic cousins, which flocked prettily across the Yorkshire dales, revelling in their freedom, and frisking merrily as they played exuberantly among the whippets) to be hunted to the brink of extinction; almost of of those remaining in the wild were trapped and brought into captivity where they have been selectively bred in a large range of genetically recessive colours (pink, lime green etc) as well as the more natural ones that we could once watch with delight from our kitchen windows, as they wrestled with magpies on the bird table, and drop-kicked pigeons for scraps of bread.
I understand that there are a few small, well-protected colonies in the South Downs, and acrylics are occasionally sighted in the suburbs of Batley, having become semi-urban, but alas, they are unlikely to fully recover, and have developed a Fear of Man that means they rarely even rob our dustbins.
NEXT WEEK - The Shreddies Kintting Nannas: The "Free-Range" Lie That Shocked The World!
*much like myself