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THE HOPPERS


5,000 WORDS


Jane Cohen
































Synopsis � THE HOPPERS


Finding somewhere to live when you are a flea isn�t easy.

The Hoppers are a family of fleas. Nobody likes them.

Life on a fuzzy ginger dog called Hector, a pink carpet, and even a curly head of hair are all homes for the Hoppers.

But they can never settle for long. Humans are always trying to kill them.

When they decide to emigrate to Australia thanks to a free ride on a kangaroo their lives are about to change forever.

If you�ve never heard of Green Bottle Flu � keep reading because a miracle is about to happen.

This is the story of the Hoppers and how life �sucks� being a flea.

But the Hoppers are determined to find the most important thing in the world - a home of their own.





Jane Cohen
Copywright/2016




















1.


The Hoppers were a family of fleas and they had no home.

"No one likes us," groaned Herb. He was only three weeks old but he was almost grown up in the flea world.

Mrs Hopper, his mum, nodded sadly. "Every time we find a new home someone tries to get rid of us."

It was true nobody liked the Hoppers.  Especially humans.

The Hoppers had been called awful names like parasites and nuisance pests.

The trouble had begun when their ancestors had been blamed for the bubonic plague centuries before.

The plague was a horrible disease that had been spread by fleas that had lived on rats.

MILLIONS and MILLIONS of humans had died from the plague. 

Some humans thought it was the end of the world and all because of a flea!

Mr Hopper wrinkled his nose in the way he did when he wasn�t happy.

�Humans hate us,� he said. �They blame us for almost turning them into an endangered species.�

It was true. The Hoppers could never find a home for long.

The Hoppers, that is Mr and Mrs Hopper, and their triplets, Hip, Hop and Herb.




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They had lived on a big fuzzy ginger sausage dog called Hector for a while.

He was lazy and loved nothing more than laying in front of the TV chewing an old slipper and watching Hacker and Dodge and Danger Mouse.

The Hoppers had been very happy. It had been warm and safe on Hector.

Sometimes he did scratch rather a lot. But most of the time he didn't seem to mind the Hoppers.

But then he began howling for hours the middle of the night. Mr Hopper already suffered from insomnia.

Poor Mr Hopper now couldn't sleep a wink. 

Hector�s howling had become so bad Mr Hopper had become partially deaf too.

"I can't live here anymore," he said.  "It�s just too noisy. I need some peace and quiet."

So Mr and Mr Hopper and their children left Hector in the middle of the night when he was asleep.

Thankfully it didn�t take too long before they found themselves a new home�a pink fluffy carpet in a house down the road.  

The carpet was the softest, warmest and snug place ever. It felt like paradise.

"Can we stay here forever?" chorused the Hopper triplets

Mr Hopper nodded. "It�s perfect," he said. "We are going to be very happy here."


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And they were too. Well for five days before Miss Bunion, the owner of the house, discovered them.

She was extremely house proud and vacuumed her carpets at least twenty five times a day.

When it was sunny outside she even vacuumed the front lawn.

"Pest control!" she screamed down the phone. "I have fleas in my carpet."  

The Hoppers knew that trouble was coming. They'd been caught up in pest control situations before.

It wasn�t long before two big bald burly men arrived in special clothing with masks on their face.

"Don't worry those fleas will be dead in no time," they promised Miss Bunion with evil grins.

Mrs Bunion and her green parrot Harold had to evacuate the property. Harold hated being put in his cage because he usually liked to sit on Miss Bunions� head.

"Fleas are monstrous creatures," she groaned. "Please make sure you kill them all.�

The pest control men got to work � they brought out a chemical flea bomb and dropped it in the living room. It would kill every flea in sight.

The Hoppers knew they had to make an exit quickly otherwise they would get caught in the cross fire of deadly fumes.

"Run!" said Mr Hopper. "We need to get out fast."

They hopped, jumped and sprang as quickly as their little legs would take them. 



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As you probably know fleas don't have wings so they couldn't fly.

But they can jump VERY high � if they were human they would be able to jump as high as Nelson�s Column which almost reaches the sky.

Thankfully, they made an escape just before the flea bomb took full effect.

Outside the house they gasped for air against a red brick wall. 

"Phew, that was a lucky escape," said Mrs Hopper.  �We could have been exterminated.�

Herb, one of the triplets looked at his mum with tears in his eyes. 

�Why does everyone hate us so much mummy?� he said sadly.

She really didn�t have an answer.  It was a cruel world. 

Mrs Hopper thought about the beautiful fluffy pink carpet and how it had been the perfect home for her family.  

They'd lived in carpets before but they'd always been dirty and smelly.

Once Mr Hopper had almost lost a leg when he'd got it caught in some chewing gum in an old rug they'd lived in.

"We are fed up and hungry," groaned the triplets. 

Mrs Hopper looked at her children. They looked tired and exhausted.

"I'm afraid there is no supper tonight," she said. 

The Hoppers still had to find themselves a home. 

Their feet were aching and Mr Hopper complained his back was hurting too.

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"Maybe we should just sleep in the woods tonight," Mrs Hopper suggested.

Mr Hopper said it wasn�t a good idea. "We might get eaten by a black beetle. It�s too risky."

Instead Mr Hopper found a trusty old red and gold chair that someone had put out for the rubbish.

"Perfect," he smiled as he bounced on it. �We can sleep here tonight.�

It had a spring sticking out and a big tear in the arm.  One of the legs was missing too.  

�Homeless fleas can�t be too choosy,� said Mr Hopper to his family. 

They all burrowed safely into a hole on the seat.  The foam was comfy and quite warm. 

Then they drifted off into a troubled sleep and dreamt of the pink fluffy carpet.

The next morning they all woke up very wet. 

It had been raining in the middle of the night and the chair had a big puddle on the seat.

Mr Hopper stood up and wrinkled his nose in that way he did when he was cross.

"I think I've caught the flu," he said, sneezing. "These damp conditions don't suit me."

Mrs Hopper didn't say anything. She was used to Mr Hopper moaning about his ailments.

She woke the triplets up and they went off again looking for a new home.


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It was Mrs Hopper who saw them first. They moved like a sea of waves. A halo of golden curls tumbled and bounced right in front of her.

"There!" she cried.  �Our new home.�

The curls belonged to a little girl who was wearing a purple dress and eating a chocolate ice cream.

The Hoppers tried their best to keep up with her.

They followed her home and waited. Finally when everything was silent they crept into her bedroom.

When she fell fast asleep in her bed the Hoppers jumped onto her head.

Not many fleas like living on humans � they just like biting them.  But today the Hoppers decided it might be a nice change to dogs and carpets.

Soon they burrowed their tiny bodies into her curls. They felt soft like velvet and smelt of rose petals. 

"This is almost as good as the carpet," Mr Hopper said.

The triplets were jumping up and down like they were on a trampoline but they didn't wake the little girl.

"We are hungry," they said.

It was time for supper. It wouldn't be a pleasant sight for humans at all.

You might already know but fleas love one type of food more than anything � BLOOD.




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It's their favourite meal in the world.  

The triplets Hip, Hop and Herb tucked in a blood sucking delicious feast.

Bite! Suck! Slurppppppppppppppp!

The little girl tasted very nice. Then they fell fast asleep.

The next day the whole family were woken with a jolt.

"My goodness!" cried Mr Hopper. "What a terrible noise."

It was the little girl singing at the top of her voice. She made Mr Hopper�s ears ache.

He wrinkled his nose in the way he did when he wasn�t pleased.

 �That girl needs some singing lessons,� he said.

The little girl sat in the kitchen at the breakfast table and poured some cornflakes into a dish.

When her mum wasn�t looking she heaped five teaspoons of sugar onto her cereal.

�All her teeth will fall out,� said Mrs Hopper. �Everyone knows sugar is very bad for your teeth.

 �She has what is known as a sweet tooth,� Mr Hopper told the triplets.  �It�s incurable.�

Mrs Hopper told the triplets it was going to be a very exciting day. The little girl was going to school.




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The triplets had never been to school before. 

Even a flea mum wants her children to learn and be clever. 

She was hoping the triplets would one day go to America and become acrobats.

She had distant relatives who worked for a flea circus and had wonderful lives.

One called Norton had even appeared on a TV nature programme about insects with a man called David Attenborough.

Norton was now something of a celebrity.  Can you imagine - a celebrity flea!

But Hip, Hop and Herb were more interested in playing than learning.

At school the little girl sat next to two identical boys with red hair � they were known as the Jaffa twins.

The teacher had a very loud voice and seemed to be shouting a lot.

Hip, Hop and Herb thought she was rather scary. She didn�t seem to like children very much.
 
They watched as the little girl drew a picture of a butterfly. 

�Humans seem to like those creatures a lot,� said Mrs Hopper. �I�m not sure why.�

Then the little girl had to recite her six times table in front of her whole class. 

She turned pink and then very bright red. Her teacher turned purple.

�You have not been practising!� her teacher said crossly.

For human children learning times tables is very important apparently.

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�Why do they both keep changing colour? �  Asked Herb. 

School didn�t seem much fun at all.  It was work, work, and more work!

"It looks exhausting," said Hip.  �Do humans go to school very often?"

Mrs Hopper nodded.  �Almost every day of the week.�

Hip, Hop and Herb were glad to be fleas and not human children. Going to school every day sounded dreadful.

"There are much more fun things to do than learn," said Hip.

He thought about how he had enjoyed his favourite game - tormenting Hector by tickling his ears. 

The poor dog would go crazy. He would scratch and wriggle and shake his head and howl as loudly as he could. 

Sometimes he would catch the triplets with his paw but not very often. 

�I miss Hector,� said Hip. 

�Me too,� said Herb.

The girl�s hair smelt of roses but Mr Hopper still complained that he didn�t like her singing.

�You�re almost deaf anyway,� said Mrs Hopper. �Stop moaning.�

But Mr Hopper wasn�t listening. 

The next day the inevitable happened. It always on the rare occasion they lived on a human.

The little girl began scratching her head.



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Maybe she knew the Hoppers had moved in and she was trying to mash or smash them up.

That night she was getting ready for her night time bath.

Then it happened. Her mum came in her mum with a stripped bottle and a comb.

"We're going to use a special shampoo on your hair to stop you scratching," said her mum. 

Mr Hopper sprang up on his legs immediately.

He'd seen that sort of comb before. And the bottle of shampoo was vaguely familiar.

He was sure he�d seen it when he and Mrs Hopper had lived on a human when they�d first got married.

It had the worst smell in the world. At least to a flea, anyway.

"It's shampoo to kill us!" Mr Hopper cried. "That's flea comb too. It�s time to get going."

There was no time to waste. 

They had to escape before the little girl got into her bath or they would be going down the plughole - DEAD.

The Hoppers hopped as quickly as they could. Thankfully fleas can hop very well. 

Mrs Hopper grabbed the triplets.




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They all escaped down the stairs and into the garden. Then fell on their backs, breathless.

Mrs Hopper began to cry.  "Humans hate us," she said.

Mr Hopper put his arm gently around her. �We will find a home soon,� he promised.

But finding a new home was proving almost impossible.  No one wanted them, Mrs Hopper was right.

They had lived on the ginger sausage dog, Hector - if he hadn�t howled so much they might have stayed.

The pink fluffy carpet had been like paradise for five days before 
Miss Bunion tried to exterminate them with a chemical bomb.

There had been the temporary accommodation � an old damp broken red and gold chair that had given Mr Hopper a nasty chill.

The little girl with curls that had smelt of roses had been very nice until the killer shampoo had appeared.

Now the Hoppers were on the move again�

"I wonder what humans go when they are homeless." said Herb. "Do they have kind people who help them?"

Mr Hopper didn�t think so.  From what he'd seen humans weren't very kind at all.  

�I�ve seen homeless humans,� he said. �They look very sad.�

But Mr and Mrs Hopper had no more time to think about homeless humans. They had enough problems of their own. 

It was then that Mrs Hopper had an idea.



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"I think we should emigrate to another country," she said. �We could start our own business.�

�What sort of business?� Mr Hopper frowned.

�A flea market,� she smiled.

Mr Hopper liked the idea of being his own boss.

�I like the sound of that,� he said. 

"Right," said Mrs Hopper. "We are emigrating to Australia.�

Australia was a very long way from Great Britain � a whopping long way - eleven thousand miles � the other side of the world!

�Are we going to hop all the way there?� asked Hop. 

Mr and Mrs Hopper laughed. 

�I certainly hope not,� said Mrs Hopper.

Mr Hopper wrinkled his nose again they way he did when he wasn�t happy.

"Aren�t there are lot of scary spiders in Australia?� he said.

Mrs Hopper had heard that a scary spider called the Funnel 
Web lived in Australia.

It was the deadliest spider in the world and has enormous fangs that can bite through nails.

Of course, she didn�t mention it to Mr Hopper because he was terrified of spiders and beetles.

Instead she reminded Mr Hopper and the triplets of an old friend.



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�I am sure there are lots of friendly spiders. Remember Big Daddy?�
She said.

The triplets and Mr Hopper would never forget Big Daddy. 

 He was the nicest spider you could ever meet. He didn�t have a family of his own so he was sort of their adopted uncle.

Big Daddy would tell the triplets amazing stories of his life in the Amazon jungle and how once he�d fought off a huge tarantula to the death.

Of course, they were fairytales but the triplets didn�t know that. They just loved listening to his adventures.

But then one day they couldn�t find Big Daddy anywhere.  They searched and searched for two days.

It was Mr Hopper who made the grim discovery. 

Poor Big Daddy had drowned in Hector�s water bowl. He had been floating on the top.

Mr and Mrs Hopper tried to resuscitate him. But it was too late. He was dead.

Soon Mr Hopper had forgotten about scary spiders too. 

�I miss Big Daddy,� he said. 

The triplets did too but they liked the thought of meeting another friendly spider.

The next day the Hoppers made a plan about how they were going to get to Australia.

They went to the local zoo and found a kangaroo named Bertie.  He was being taken back to his natural habitat.

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�Can we join you for the ride?� Mr Hopper asked. �We want to get to Australia too but we can�t hop all the way there.�

Bertie was a very kind kangaroo and always liked to help other animals, even pesky insects.

�Alright you can hop on for a ride,�  Bertie said. �As long as no one bites me.�

Mr Hopper agreed they would all be on their best behaviour.

That night the Hoppers packed their suitcases. They bought some sunglasses because they knew it was going to be sunny.

The very next day they were on their way to the other side of the world.

Bertie was put in a special crate and lifted onto an aeroplane. He wasn�t allowed to sit with humans so he had to go where the luggage went.

It was a long ride on Bertie. Sometimes it was bumpy with turbulence.

There weren�t any windows to look out of, only humans had window seats which didn�t seem fair at all.

The triplets were bored and hungry. They didn�t mean to but they gave Bertie a few bites.

�Stop biting my bottom!� said Bertie crossly.

Mr and Mrs Hopper did their very best to stop the triplets being naughty but it wasn�t easy.

�We have arrived,� said Bertie with an impatient huff. �Thank goodness.�

Bertie was taken out of the plane in his crate by some official looking humans in blue uniforms.

�He�s going to the zoo for the moment,� one of them said. 

That meant it was time for the Hoppers and Bertie to part company.

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�Thank you for the ride,� said Mrs Hopper. �I�m sorry the triplets bit you.�

Bertie looked relieved to be getting rid of the Hoppers as he scratched his bum.

�I thought I was going to be eaten alive,� Bertie said, examining the swollen red bumps.
 
Mr Hopper wished Bertie well and then they hopped off him.

The sun was shining outside and it was very hot.

�I need to some sun cream,� Mr Hopper said. �Otherwise I will be toasted alive in this heat.�

�Can we go swimming daddy?� the triplets said. �The sea is so blue.�

�Not just yet,� said Mr Hopper. �We have to find somewhere to stay tonight.�

Even on the other side of the world finding a home was still the most important thing.

Then quite suddenly a big mosquito flew into their path.

�Hello My name is Ozzie,� he said in an Australian accent. �Have you just arrived in Australia?�

Mr Hopper wrinkled up his nose suspiciously. 

�We have just emigrated from Great Britain,� he explained.

�Welcome to Australia,� Ozzie said.  �I can show you around.�

 Mr Hopper didn�t want a sightseeing tour after travelling half way around the world. 


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 �We need to find a place to stay,� said Mr Hopper. 

�You have to be careful,� said Ozzie. �Pests like us aren�t welcome in many places.�

Mr Hopper wrinkled his nose again.  He felt very offended at being called a pest.

But Ozzie just smiled. �Don�t worry, I can show you somewhere safe to rest.�

The Hoppers followed him. They seemed to be hopping for an awfully long time.

�Here we are,� said Ozzie eventually.

The Hoppers couldn�t believe their eyes: 

Bright green bald sheep!

�Green sheep!� Said Mr Hopper. �I�ve never seen a green sheep in my life.�

Are they are certain breed?� asked Mrs Hopper.

�These sheep have the Green Bottle Flu,� Ozzie said.  �But it only affects sheep, not fleas.�

Mr Hopper knew all about the flu and it was the worst thing in the world. 

But after their long trip the Hoppers were too exhausted to go any further.

�Are you sure we can�t catch the flu?� said Mr Hopper.

Ozzie told him it was perfectly safe.

The Hoppers then fell asleep on a bright green bald sheep.  He still had a bit of hair around his ears so they nestled into that.


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Grasshopper dreamt of the pink fluffy carpet again. Mr Hopper had a nightmare about catching the flu.

The next morning the Hoppers woke up to a whole field of bright green sheep.

They noticed a big sign too:

�QUARANTINED SHEEP � KEEP OUT�

The Hoppers had never heard of Green Bottle Flu. They had never seen green sheep either.

�I�ve never seen anything like it,� said Mrs Hopper.  

 The next few days the Hoppers decided to stay on the green sheep. At least there were no other flea families around to bother them � it was more peace than they�d had in months.

The sheep did look very strange  but for once Mr Hopper wasn�t complaining.

And then something happened�

After a week of living on the sheep the Hoppers woke up one morning to find something very, very odd had happened.

The sheep they had lived on had turned white again � he was no longer green and his coat had grown back!

That morning when the Hoppers were eating their breakfast there was a big commotion at the farm.

A man with a big white coat and a badge that said the word �VET�.

He began examining the white sheep.  �It�s a miracle,� he grinned.

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Mr Hopper sprang up. Now Mr Hopper wasn�t the brightest flea in the world. But he did understand the word �miracle�.

It meant something amazing and unbelievable had happened. 

He�d heard the word many times when he had been living in a church before he had married Mrs Hopper.

�What is a miracle?� asked the triplets. �Does it have anything to do with us?�

For once Mr Hopper was lost for words. He didn�t know.

It wasn�t long after that Ozzie the mosquito turned up.  He saw the sheep they were living on was no longer green.

He�d overheard the vet speak to the farmer on his way in to the farm.

�The Vet said it�s a miracle,� Ozzie said. �The sheep you lived on is cured of the Green Bottle Flu.�

Ozzie told the Hoppers that he needed to speak to his friend, a scientist who worked at a laboratory.

Something very strange was going on and needed further investigation.

The scientist soon arrived.  The Hoppers told him everything.

�We only emigrated five days ago and we�ve live on the sheep since we got here,� said Mr Hopper.

He took samples of their saliva and ran some tests back at his laboratory.

He had soon made a shocking discovery.
 



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�Your saliva has a unique enzyme that seems to be an antidote to cure the Green Bottle Flu,� he said.

A miracle was truly taking place and it seemed the Hoppers were the cause of it.

The scientist had a friend who wrote for a newspaper called Animal Magic Times.

The whole story of the Hoppers was splashed across the newspaper the very next day.

Every farmer in Australia got to hear the story of the Hoppers.

Every farmer in Australia was on the phone to Animal Magic Times. 

�We need these fleas at our farm,� they cried. 

The Hopper family were asked to meet David Attenborough and share their story. 

He had met creatures all over the world but none quite like the Hoppers.  He even asked them for their autograph.

He told them they were miracle workers. �Two million sheep have been suffering from the incurable Green Bottle Flu and now they can all be cured because of you.�

The Hoppers found themselves in great demand. They were asked to travel all over Australia on every farm and give every sheep a bite.

Mr Hopper complained he was putting on weight. �All these free meals are making me rounder,� he said. 

Eventually the fields were full of white sheep again just as they should be thanks to the Hoppers magic saliva.

The agricultural minister of Australia demanded to meet the Hoppers and thank them in person.


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Mrs Hopper put on her best pink lipstick and did her hair. 

Mr Hopper told the triplets they had to be on their best behaviour.

�Millions of sheep have been saved because of you,� the minster said. �How can we ever thank you?�

Mr Hopper�s spindly legs were shaking.  

He smiled proudly at his family and realised how wonderful they were.

His beautiful wife and children were no longer parasites or pests. They were vital members of society.  

They were heroes.

�I know how you can help me,� he said.

All the cameras were on Mr Hopper.  He knew millions of dogs, humans, sheep and insects were watching the interview. 

He realised it was his one chance to stand up for fleas and to change the way humans treated them.

 �If I may speak on behalf of all fleas,� he began. �Fleas have been given a terrible reputation after the bubonic plague. 

�But it was a very long time ago. Humans make lots of mistakes too.

�We are all entitled to live in this world; there is enough room for us all.�

The minister was almost speechless.  He�d never met such an outspoken flea.




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�You are right,� he said. �We need to stop this prejudice against fleas. It is wrong and outdated.� 

The minister decided it was time to make a new law that was in place with immediate effect. 

The Flea Act 2016. 

From that moment on all fleas had freedom of the country.

They could go wherever they wanted. In people�s homes, on dogs, cats, in restaurants, even human heads if they felt like it!

Killer flea bombs and flea shampoo were banned. Anyone found trying to kill fleas would be jailed for a minimum of 25 years. 

Fleas became a protected species.

There was uproar with humans and many protests followed.  

One flea hater even dropped a flea bomb in the agricultural minister�s house.

Some humans emigrated because they didn�t want fleas coming into their homes.

The thought of being jailed for 25 years for killing a flea was too much for some people.

�It�s never easy for humans to accept new rules,� said Mr Hopper.

But no matter what the Hoppers had changed the world � at least for fleas anyway.

Mrs Hopper said: �We will never be called a pest or parasite.�

But they had learned too that whilst you can do great things not everyone will be your friend.

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And do you want to know what happened after that?

The Hoppers still happily live in Australia. 

Over two million sheep were saved from death of the dreaded �Green Bottle Flu�

The Hoppers even wrote an autobiography called �The Hoppers� � it was a bestseller in every country in the world.

Mrs Hopper opened a school for flea children.

The triplets, Hip, Hop and Herb have to go to school everyday. 

They discovered once you start listening learning is quite good fun although they do complain about having far too much homework.

Mr Hopper finally got a hearing aid. He works with the scientists developing new vaccines.

They live on a sheep farm with a very nice farmer who loves fleas.

They have their very own pet dog � Ringo the Dingo. He is so lazy he never tries to scratch them off � in fact he loves fleas too.

Finally, the Hoppers had the one thing they wanted more than anything � a home of their own.

They really couldn�t be happier.  

Mr Hopper says: �Being a flea didn�t turn out to be so bad after all.�

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Are you itching to know more?

Some Facts About Fleas That You Might Not Know�.



A flea can jump over 30cm high.
Fleas can consume 15 times their own body weight in blood.
They can survive for more than 100 days without food.
They have no ears and are practically deaf.
They can jump over 30,000 times without stopping.
Fleas can pull up to 160,000 times their own weight.
Flea circuses originated in the 1830�s but mostly died out by the 1940�s, with only a few still around today. A flea circus was an attraction where fleas were made to perform or look like they were performing tricks such as kicking balls, pulling miniature carts or rotating wheels.








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