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.
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