Mr Monkey looked at the reflection of the lights on the water beneath the Swing Bridge, then scampered back to his hotel. He'd only been in the warm for a few minutes before the fire alarms went off and he (and the other guests, and some people at an office party) had to go and wait outside in the cold until it turned out that the hotel wasn't on fire after all.
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