'That was quite possibly the best cream tea I've ever had,' Cyril said.
'Which one?' Annie asked.
Cyril consulted his score book.
'Number 173,' he replied. 'I felt the balance between cream and jam almost perfect. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that the only thing it really lacked was more cream...and jam......and maybe a side order of extra cream....with more jam...and a couple of hundred more scones. How was the ice cream?'
'It was strawbleberry,' Annie mooed. 'I did 3 lengths of backstroke but after that there was only enough left to paddle in.'
'Wonderful!' Cyril replied. 'Now, any luck with the choccie biccies?'
'No,' Horace said.
'Shame,' Cyril replied. 'Have a cream tea.'
'I can't,' Horace said, 'you've eaten them all.'
'Oh!' Cyril mooed. 'How sad! You should have been here earlier on.'
'I was,' Horace replied, 'but you sent me to ask Captain Bill if he had any biscuits.'
'So I did!' Cyril recalled. 'You did check under his hat?'
And Horace said he did but there weren't any.
'You would'ave thought a good captain,' Cyril mused. 'I mean, there's easily room for a couple of packets.'
And the conversation might have continued but for the arrival of Geraldine. The little penguin ran straight up to Annie and waved her wings about in a most agitated manner.
'Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!!' Annie mooed and then fell over sideways.
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