'Har! Har! Har! Etc, etc,' Flossie bleated. 'Day 25 and only our 2nd appearance!....Slightly disappointed.'
'I could write to someone and complain?' Lefty suggested.
'No,' Flossie replied, 'you're busy enough. Wouldn't be fair to ask anymore of you. Right, on with the plot, such as it is.'
'Loading's finished,' Lefty continued. 'Took slightly longer than expected, Harriet's been having trouble finding a lamb sitter.'
'Not a problem,' Flossie replied, 'lambs should come first. Future of the flock after all.'
'Kind of you,' Lefty said, 'So, sail today, arrive Friday. I was hoping we'd have time for a little diabolical pirating on the way but I can't see how we can fit it in.'
'Would have been nice,' Flossie agreed, 'but eye on the prize. Let's carry out the fiendishly clever plan first and see if we can fit in some proper pirating on the way home.'
'Flock would appreciate it,' Lefty said.
'Then we'll make it happen!' Flossie bleated. 'Now, once we've arrived?'
'Crews been briefed,' Lefty explained. 'Just need to do a final run through on the health and safety.'
'Brilliant! You seem to have it all sorted. AOB?'
'Forgot to tell you,' Lefty replied, 'Mum's had a look at the megaphone. Good news, it's extra large. Bad news, it's not working.'
'Won't be downcast,' Flossie said. 'Reason?'
'Well,' Lefty replied, 'Mum's taken it apart and she thinks it just needs a good clean. It seems to covered in something sticky.'
'Such as?' Flossie asked.
'.......................................................Mum thinks it's trifle?'
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