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Incidents
Sonja Jory                  
16/JUL/1964
When we moved from our old house the afternoon the moving van came I was standing in the front hall with a jacket over my arm.  Within 5 minutes I was wrapped, packed and in the van.  It was an hour before Fang found me.  The movers had mistaken me for an antique coat tree.