'And this, this is what One's pinned One's 'opes on is it?' asked Queen Phoebe.
Without taking her eyes off of the beakers passing in front of her Annie gently nodded her head.
'If this ever comes out in the press!' cried Queen Phoebe.
'Will they want a picture of me? asked Annie.
'Several I shouldn't wonder!' replied Queen Phoebe.
'Concentrate!' mooed Bertha as she hurried past carrying a sealed flask.
'Should One ask what was in that?' enquired Queen Phoebe.
'An idea for turning clouds into bars of chocolate for just a fraction of the present cost,' replied Annie, 'apparently Norma and Bertha have decided that it's too dangerous to allow out into the world so they're going to bury it.'
Queen Phoebe thought for a while.
'Would you be at all offended if I described you as the most bizarre person I've ever met?' she asked.
'I think it might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me,' replied Annie, 'although to be honest you're far from the first person to make the observation.'
'Concentrate!' mooed Bertha as she ran back the other way.
So Annie concentrated on the 'thinks' and Queen Phoebe looked on.
'No,' said Annie, 'no.........................no......no.......interesting but no........no....no....oooooooh!'
'What?' asked Queen Phoebe.
And Annie held up a beaker so that Queen Phoebe could get a closer look.
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