"MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"

 

Dudley and Piers sniggered.

 

I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."

 

But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated

even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in

a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon -- they

seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.

 

It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys

bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice creams at the entrance and then,

because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they

could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon ice pop. It wasn't bad,

either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head

who looked remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.

 

Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to walk a

little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting

to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite

hobby of hitting him. They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a

tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top,

Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.