'Have to be honest,' bleated Flossie, 'slightly lost for words.'
'Bonjour,' said Camille.
Flossie and Lefty looked at each other and then at Camille.
'........................................Afternoon,' replied Flossie.
'You are, I am suspecting, strangers to these parts?' said Camille.
'........................Might be,' replied Flossie.
'We come in peace,' added Lefty. 'Although it is a heavily armed, pointy sword version.'
'You are not running with them, I 'ope?' asked Camille.
And Lefty assured her that they were not.
'And your reason for being here?' asked Flossie.
'I am stood, standing 'ere, at this spot for no particular reason,' replied Camille. 'Why do you ask?'
'Just seems a bit...odd!' said Flossie.
'Perhaps to you' replied Camille. 'But it is the custom of ma people to stand around in isolated places waiting to assist passing visitors while sometimes wearing a false nose for extra warmth.'
Flossie and Lefty looked at each other again.
'Well..........we'll be on our way,' bleated Flossie.
'The path to the bouncy castle is this way,' replied Camille.
'How do you know that we're on our way to the castle?' asked Lefty.
'..............................................................................................................Lucky guess?' replied Camille.
'And did you say, 'bouncy' castle?' said Flossie.
'But,' replied Camille, 'in ma language, bouncy translates as 'place full of gold and jewels and 'andbags that isn't particularly well guarded because the guards are on only, like, a minimum wage, so most of the time they are sleeping and who can blame them'.'
'Bouncy means all that?' questioned Flossie.
'It is only a rough translation,' replied Camille. 'I skipped some bits to speed things up.'
'Sure?' asked Flossie.
'Positive,' replied Camille.
'Fine then,' bleated Flossie.
And the flock and Horace continued on their way.
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