Thursday, 28 April 2011
'Oh! No! No!' mooed Annie. 'It sounds as if you were asking a larch, they're never good with directions, they don't get around much. For up to the minute navigational guidance you need to talk to an oak or a horse chestnut.'
Norma tried to take this in.
'Still you got here in the end,' added Annie.
'It seemed to take for ever though,' replied Norma, 'which I concede may have proved quite useful.'
'You do appear to be non squiffified,' remarked Annie.
'I probably only had one glass,' replied Norma, 'but it must have gone straight to my horns.'
'Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss,' said Annie, '......Anyway, the big question is, do you still have your dancing hooves with you?'
Very gingerly Norma waved each hoof in turn.
'Yippee!' said Annie. 'Now do you have a request?'
'Something slow and quiet,' replied Norma.
Annie shook her head.
'Something incredibly loud and raucous,' said Norma.
'Yippee again!' said Annie.
And the beat went on.