'No!...........No! It's...........it's not gone at all well!' bleated Flossie.
'Seemed to at the time!' replied Lefty.
'Oh!.....I couldn't agree more,' said Flossie, 'but on reflection...........we seem to have been tucked up like a kipper!'
'I actually felt sorry for him at one point,' added Lefty.
'Me too!' replied Flossie. 'But...at the end of the day......well...........well we seem to have sold a solid gold crown for a piece of carpet that's held together with bits of rope that look like they should be in a museum, one of those things that makes your cabin smell nice and a painting.'
'.................................Yer!' said Lefty.
'I'm not even sure what it's supposed to be?'
'Orange, cedarwood and clove I think?' replied Lefty.
'No I meant the painting,' said Flossie.
'It's a landscape,' replied Lefty.
'Right!' muttered Flossie. 'Who's it by?'
Hooky tapped towards a signature.
'Oh him!' said Flossie. 'He'll never make a living at it!'
'So what now?' asked Lefty.
'....................................................Pfffffffffffffffffff?' replied Flossie. 'Various options I suppose. Could just accept the situation?'
'Not really got anywhere for the carpet,' said Lefty.
'Mmm,' replied Flossie, 'and I would have preferred something with sandalwood........anyone want the painting?'
But the flock remained silent.
'Right then,' continued Flossie, '.....well.......I think I'll just suggest that we declare our intention to seek revenge on the person or persons unknown and go at them with as many pointy swords as we can manage!
And the flock gave a mighty cheer!
'Actually mum like like the smelly thing,' said Lefty.
'Fine!' replied Flossie.
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