Paddington: The Junior Novel

The cub stepped out of the shelter and blinked in the sunlight. He gazed in disbelief at all the fallen trees. He hardly recognized the place.

“Oh, Aunt Lucy,” he sighed. “I hope that earthquake hasn’t broken our marmalade jars. Uncle Pastuzo will be furious.”

“Let’s go home and see if he’s there,” said Aunt Lucy quietly, limping off.