″‘Who’s Zaza?’ Pluck asked.
‘A friend of mine,’ Mr. Penn said. ‘Zaza is a cockroach.’
‘A cockr-’ Pluck blurted in surprise, but Mr. Penn quickly gave him a shove and called out, ‘Quickly, please! Hurry... otherwise she’ll spray Zaza dead.‘”
“When he went to bed that night, he was very happy. I have a place to live, he thought. And I’ve already got two friends. No, three. Dolly and Mr. Penn and Zaza.”
“Pluck wasn’t the kind of boy who cried easily. In fact he never cried at all, but now he felt a strange lump in his throat and tears started to run down his cheeks. His little friend Zaza was dead.”