My first GP (I was 9yo). We went on a caravan holiday and GP was sleeping in my sleeping bag.
One night I had a nightmare about water rats. When Cheeky (the GP) scurried up to see me, I sorted of pushed him back.
Next morning he waited until I was fully awake
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DD asks "Tell me the story about when you punched your GP?"
"I didn't punch him
I thought he was a rat. I pushed him"
Luckily he wasn't injured.Or even put out. He was luffley. He was a tri-colour agouti, ginger and white.