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	It is while Boris is eating that a low feminine sigh is heard. Perhaps it can be identified as a young girl sounding annoyed, impatient in her wait. Though the sigh is not loud, it does cause the table Boris is feasting at to tremble. Many of the dishes in the cupboard clatter as they too are effected by the sound. However, it is not until Boris is drawing close to completing his feast that his final rasher of bacon lifts from his plate. It proceeds to float away from him before he has a chance to snatch it back.  

	The rasher stops in the threshold that leads to the lounge room, bobbing gently in the air as to entice Boris to follow. It continues on, jiggling like a fishing lure and entering the lounge room.