'What's that then?' asked Annie.
'That's an island,' replied Norma.
'Oooooooh!' said Annie,'.....and what's that then?'
'That's a ship,' replied Norma.
'Ooooooooooh! said Annie,'..............and what's that then?'
'I think,' replied Norma,'that that's one of Horace's pencils!'
'Ooooooooooooooooh!' said Annie,'it's getting smaller!'
'Excuse me!' called out Horace,'excuse me, could we just stop for a moment?'
'STOP!' mooed Captain Bill.
'Yes,' replied Horace,'just for a moment. Only I was writing a poem and Cyril jogged my hoof...'
'Didn't!' mooed Cyril.
'...and Cyril jogged my hoof,' repeated Horace,'and I dropped my pencil.'
'But you've got lots of others!' said Norma.
'But I liked that one,' replied Horace.
'I know what to do!' said Annie,'COOOOOEEEEEEEEEE! Mr Pencil......come baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!'
'I don't think it will hear you,' said Norma.
'Why?' said Annie,'Is it deaf?'
And Norma began to wonder if it might be possible to do a swap with Camille.
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