Is That A Pirate I See Before Me?

'PIRATE SHEEP!!!!!' Norma and Bertha exclaimed in unison.

'Apparently,' Horace nervously replied. 'At least, Geraldine thinks so.'

'You've spoken to her?' Bertha asked.

'Annie did,' Horace replied. 'You know I've always found it difficult understanding Penguin.'

Norma looked at Bertha, Bertha looked at Norma, they both looked back at Horace.

'Where are they now?' Norma asked.

'Who?' Horace replied. 'Annie? Cyril? Geraldine? Or the pirate sheep?'

'All of them!' Bertha mooed. 'In that order!'

'I've no idea,' Horace replied. 'Cyril pulled the megaphone out of a bin, hit it a few times and then gave it to me and said I should get you all here. Then they ran off.'

Norma and Bertha did the looking at each other thing again.

'What do you think?' Norma asked. 'Could it be true?'

'Do you mean about Cyril running or the film crew being pirate sheep?' Bertha replied.

Norma thought for a few moments.

'.........The latter,' she said.

'Difficult,' Bertha replied. 'It seems so unlikely and yet....' And, without asking his permission, Bertha reached out and took Horace's poetry bag and began to make a crude drawing. 'If you take that film director chappie, remove his beret and monocle and add a speech bubble over his head saying, 'Har! Har! Har!'.'

'FLOSSIE!!!!' Norma cried.

'He's a master of disguise,' Bertha mooed. 'It's not surprising that none of us saw through it. He must have made some sort of mistake and Geraldine was clever enough to spot it.'

'Somebody's going to have to tell Queen Phoebe,' Norma said.

'Could you?' Bertha replied. 'There's something I need to do.'

And Norma said she could and with that they ran off in different directions.

'Cyril did want me to ask you,' Horace called out behind them, 'if you had any chocolate biscuits?'

But they were already too far away.