'Afternoon!' Cyril said.
'It's morning,' Flossie bleated.
'So it is!' Cyril replied. 'If you could make a note of that please?'
And Lefty wrote it down.
'Shall we continue?' Cyril asked.
'FREE CAKE!!!!!' Annie mooed.
'Errr?' Flossie replied. 'Kind of you but we're in a bit of a hurry.'
'Ah!' Cyril cried. 'You misunderstand! My Friend was actually wondering if you had any free cake....for us?'
Annie stampeded around Cyril and slid to a halt in front of Flossie.
'I'm a cake eater,' she explained, 'and Mr Sir Cyril of Biscuitshire is a walrus. It's parody!' and she turned away but then stopped. 'Or possibly homage?' she added and she ran back behind Cyril but went via the sea so she could have a paddle on the way.
'I'm afraid we have no cake,' Lefty explained.
Annie fainted.
'Oh!' Lefty said.
'It's just pretend!' Annie called out.
'Shh!' Cyril mooed.
'If we could pass?' Flossie asked. 'We really do need to be getting along.'
'But of course!' Cyril replied.
And Flossie and Lefty took a step forward.
'Just as soon,' Cyril cried, 'as we've checked in your sack.'
'For cake!' Annie said and she jumped up and ran back around Cyril to Flossie. 'Cus you could be fibbing!' she added before she ran back behind Cyril going via the sea again so she could pick up another tin of biscuits.
'Oh biccies!' Cyril said.
'Sharesies?' Annie suggested.
'....Possibly?' Cyril replied.
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