Monday, 28 March 2011

Royalty and Penguins

'And so when I say hit,' said Norma, 'I really mean more of a glancing blow, there was hardly any damage at all.'

'Well,' replied Queen Phoebe, 'right now I've got more to worry about than a harbour wall.'

'Should we presume that has something to do with the web footed folk?' asked Bertha.

'It does,' replied Queen Phoebe, 'in fact now would be a good time to formally welcome you to what is our very first Penguin of the Year Awards.'

'But it's only March!' mooed Bertha.

'Well spotted,' replied Queen Phoebe. 'The thing is his regalness, my hubbie, he's wonderful he really is, well he had this idea for making an extra wodge of folding, seeing as how the bottom's gone right out of the luxury castle hire market, and so we thought we'd shove our little royal elbows into the awards hosting arena.'

'Oh, that's a nice idea,' said Norma.

'That's what I said,' replied Queen Phoebe, 'only it turns out you can't just send out the invites and rest on your posterials. One has to fill in all sorts of application forms and by the time we'd waded through them all the only things left was this or Haddock of the Month and seeing as with the latter we'd just played host to January's winner with a crispy batter overcoat and a bag of chips we thought we'd pass on it.'

'Wise move,' agreed Bertha.

'Well you imagine what the press would have made of it,' said Queen Phoebe, 'so we opted for the penguin fest.'

'Which explains why Geraldine was so keen to get here,' said Norma.

'I took the liberty of sending her an invitation,' replied Queen Phoebe, 'and a good thing to as it turned out.'

1 comment:

Armenoi said...

Hmm. Geraldine kept that on quiet! You don't by any chance think that she might have...
No... could she have?