cake anyone?

'Afternoon!' said Cyril.

'AFTERNOON!' spluttered Captain Bill.

'Well unless I've got the time of day seriously wrong,' replied Cyril,' always possible I suppose?'

'Cyril,' said Norma, 'what are you doing here?'

'Wellllllllll,' replied Cyril, 'relaxing mostly, the occasional dip in the pool, nibbling a fondant fancy or two, moving gracefully through the hotel wine list....that sort of thing.'

'But we've just spent 2 weeks risking life and horn climbing over a very tall thing!' mooed Captain Bill. 'I was practically thrown down a cliff!'

'Oh, did anybody get that on film,' asked Cyril, but everybody else said they didn't.

'Pity!' said Cyril and he took another nibble on a nearby cake.

'But how did you get here?' asked Norma.

'Pleasure boat,' replied Cyril, 'round the island, twice a day, including a very good cup of tea...did you not see the sign?'

'OFCOURSEWEDIDN'TSEETHESIGN!' screamed Captain Bill.

'If we could try and keep the noise down,' asked Cyril, 'I may try and take a quick 40 winks...or should I try a dip in the pool first?'

And Norma and Horace and Annie and Bertha AND Captain Bill decided that the pool was by far the best place for Cyril.