Over the grasslands, across the lawns, along the shingle paths, Norman rushed on, majestic, noble, a creature of power and beauty!
'One might be more careful where One is shoving One's tusks!' Queen Phoebe called out.
'Sorry!' Norman trumpeted. 'I could slow down if you'd prefer?'
'I think speed is off the essence,' Norma suggested.
'I'm sure it is,' Queen Phoebe replied, 'but One has One's dignity to maintain. One is a royal personage after all!'
And Norman said he was well aware of that and that he was being as careful as he could be and so they went on.
'Was that,' Queen Phoebe asked a few minutes later, 'was that a ship we just passed?'
'I'm afraid so,' Norma replied.
'Well, what's it doing on a hill?'
'It's a long story,' Norma mooed. 'Perhaps I could explain later on?'
'I suppose under the circumstances...' Queen Phoebe replied. 'I take it it's yours?'
And Norma confirmed that it was.
And so they ran on.
But they hadn't gone that much further when Norma spotted something up ahead of them.
'I think,' she shouted,' that we should stop for a moment.'
And so they stopped and Norman took the opportunity to put Queen Phoebe down.
'......................Other way up!' Norma whispered to him.
'Sorry!' Norman trumpeted.
'Much obliged!' Queen Phoebe sighed.
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