Secrets

I've been hiding my past long enough, and it's time to tell you my secrets (this is me, Harry).

I have a son!  Yes, I do, but I can't hardly remember him. 

Can you see how I am sitting, with one back leg kind of sticking up in the air.  Well, apparently that's not right, and it means I have a genetic problem.  Unfortunately my little boy inheritated the same problem, and that means we can't be champions.

It's all very sad, but on the plus side, I got to come and live with my brother George, and have all sorts of fun chasing around. 

On reflection, I think I'd rather not be a champion.