'The thing is,' said Norman, 'I still need a ladder to be able to do the windows on the top floor and we didn't have one. Well we did have 37 but I broke them all.......................so we decided to come back here.'
'I think this is far more important,' mooed Bertha. 'Your talents are wasted washing windows!'
'And I get to wear a natty hat and coat when I'm working undercover,' added Norman.
'It's a very effective image,' replied Bertha.
'Classic but with modern tailoring,' said Norma.
'Ta!' replied Norman. 'Although I'm not sure many secret agents get asked to help with doing knitting?'
'Which simply adds to your undercoverness,' suggested Bertha.
'I hadn't looked at it that way,' replied Norman.
And so for a while Norman helped Bertha and everything remained nice and calm and not worth writing about.
Until............................................
'Norma?' mooed Annie.
'Mmm?' said Norma.
'Why do things get smaller?'
'Lots of reasons,' said Norma. 'Sometimes things shrink when you wash them.'
'Or,' suggested Norman, 'things, like buns, get smaller when you eat them. Does anyone happen to have a bun?'
But nobody did.
'Or when they get further away,' said Bertha.
'Right,' said Annie.
'Why do you ask?' asked Norma.
'Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll,' replied Annie, 'either someone has washed the Pickled Heifer or someone is eating it...........................or it's getting further away.'
And as it turned out it was the last of those 3........which caused a bit of a panic.
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