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On the value of the concrete trumpet

'Well I think it's a bit of a liberty!' trumpeted Norman. Annie ran anticlockwise around Norman for 3 minutes and then gave him a huge hug. 'I shall still love you,' she mooed. 'Thanks,' replied Norman, 'and I'd like to make it quite clear that if anything happens while I'm away I won't be blamed.' 'I shall stand by you,' said Annie, 'or on you or under you or within a 5 mile radius of you.' 'Very kind,' said Norman. 'Pleasure,' replied Annie and she hugged Norman again. 'Thanks again,' said Norman. 'Now, I think that's done, no smears as far as I can see?' 'Shall we take a bun break?' 'I was hoping you might suggest that,' said Norman, 'it's been at least half an hour.' 'My chum, Lord Sir Lord Cyril of Nommingshire recommends never going more than 10 minutes without food,' replied Annie, '...not including snacks.' ...

A Queen newly rescued

'I never want to be rescued from the dastardly hooves of ruthless pirate sheep by being pulled through an 'ole in the ceiling by the trunk of an elephant ever again!' sighed Queen Phoebe. 'Are you traumamaurmeratasised?' asked Annie. 'I think I am!' replied Queen Phoebe. 'Would a bun help? I made them for Mr Norman but I'm sure he wouldn't mind sharing.' 'Erm?' said Queen Phoebe and Norman. 'Or perhaps my chum Horace could read you some soothing poetry?' 'Is it really necessary?' asked Queen Phoebe. 'I doubt it!' replied Annie. '..........but he's not had a lot of lines recently.' 'I'll manage without,' replied Queen Phoebe. 'Also,' continued Annie, 'I'm to tell you that the ruthless pirate fluffies....' 'Sheep!' said Queen Phoebe. 'Possibly those as well!' replied Annie. 'That they are all now safely contained in what was ...