Review: McClaren 570S
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Scene: a village road. The howling two-seater was red and black. The coney was brown and worried. The chasing stoat was silent and hungry. The car was snarling behind the stoat. Mrs Stoat realised the game was up and shot into a wall to the right. The rabbit exited to the left, safe for a while. The car roared on, a life saved, a meal lost.