Cow Island

Right here we are, testing, testing, Queen Phoebe with you! Now I am talking down to you today because my hubbie, King Otto, don't you just love him! He's decided to put his name to a totally spiffing Grand Christmas Fair (all proceeds straight into his sky, it's only right). But, it's come to my attention that there's still a few pitches left and we need 'em filled. Sooooooo, at the suggestion of my new and very temporary business partner, Count Cyril of Offshorebankingltd, I am putting out this carefully worded but slightly threatening message, to say get yourselves down here pronto! It'll all be very nice, you'll sell lots of stuff (I'd prefer it if it was pretty jewelry and such like, but frankly it can be mashed frogs as long as you ante up with the folding). So it starts on Friday, grand opening and all that....see you there... Thank you Queen Phoebe (a smile, a crown and a dungeon)

'Well it's too late now anyway,' said Bertha,'I've said we will!' 'But you had no right to do that!' mooed Captain Bill,'....you know I like to be at home at Christmas!' 'Oh, I don't think it'll hurt for 1 year,' said Norma,'and I do think that Queen Phoebe was feeling a bit guilty about all the trouble that she put us to.' Captain Bill stared at Norma. 'Well as close as she gets to feeling guilty!' added Norma. 'And it'll be nice to be around some other people who actually enjoy Christmas,' said Bertha. 'I enjoy it!' replied Captain Bill,'perhaps not in an outward showy way, but I'm happy on the inside!' And Bertha and Norma said nothing. 'Anyway,' continued Captain Bill,'I can't see that it'll be any different being here!' 'But there's going to be a party!' said Norma. 'And before that there's a Christmas fair opening at the weekend!'...