Cow Island

'I suppose it's just one of those things that forever changes the world we live in,' said Cyril. 'Should we expect massive overwhelming press attention?' asked Annie. 'I'd be most surprised if it didn't happen!' replied Cyril. 'I'm often surprised,' said Annie, 'this morning I was quite surprised to find out it was this morning!' 'Life can be like that,' replied Cyril, 'I find it easiest to just accept these things and then eat something.' 'Like a very large sandwich?' suggested Annie. 'That would certainly be high on my list,' replied Cyril, 'unless there was a very, very large sandwich to be had.' 'I'd happily make you one,' said Annie. 'I think you already have!' replied Cyril. 'I was surprised, for a second time today, that nobody else wanted to come and have a look at it,' continued Annie. 'Mmm,' replied Cyril, 'it's alm...

'So me and Mr Sir Lord Cyril of Tenbreakfastsaren'tenoughshire are convinced we can get them even higher still!' said Annie. 'Glad to see you haven't just been wasting your time on something frivolous!' replied Norma. 'We wouldn't dream of it,' mooed Annie. 'It's the base width that matters most and you mustn't put too much grass in early on or the pressure from the upper layers squeezes all the juice out and makes them go soggy which results in instability.' Norma nodded her head. 'You seem to have taken sandwich design to a whole new level...in a quite literal sense!' 'Well we just like a challenge,' mooed Annie. 'Indeed!' replied Norma. 'And speaking of challenges I must be getting on.' 'Only after you've finished your sandwiches,' suggested Annie, 'or you may fall over due to lack of sandwicheness.' 'True,' replied Norma, 'but I really do need to get ...

'Onions,' said Cyril. 'Onions,' said Annie. 'Tomatoes,' said Cyril. 'Tomatoes,' said Annie. '3 fried eggs,' said Cyril. '3 fried eggs,' said Annie. '12 sausages,' said Cyril. '12 sausages,' said Annie. 'Now that's what I call a sandwich!' said Cyril. 'Want one?' 'Yes please,' replied Annie. So Cyril made them 4 each. 'Do you think we should start cooking the meal yet?' asked Annie. 'All in good time,' replied Cyril. 'Have you seen the mustard?' And Annie passed the mustard. 'It's fun isn't it,' said Annie, 'this cooking business.' 'It's a lark,' agreed Cyril. 'I said there would be larks,' said Annie. 'So you did,' replied Cyril. 'Now who's for a family sized trifle?' And as it turned out...they both were.

'But what are we going to do?' pleaded Captain Bill. 'Well,' replied Cyril,'the first thing I'm going to do....is have another one of these grass sandwiches.' 'How can you possibly think of food at a time like this?' hissed Captain Bill. Cyril stared at Captain Bill. 'OK!' conceded Captain Bill,'silly question!' 'Pirate sheep they maybe,' replied Cyril,'but you've got to give them credit, they still make a very fine grass sandwich. I particularly admire the way they've replaced the outer bread layers with yet more grass.' 'So it's just grass then?' said Captain Bill. 'Hmm?' munched Cyril. 'Well,' continued Captain Bill,'if they've replaced the bread with more grass it's just grass...it's not a sandwich at all!' 'Possibly to the untrained eye it might appear that way,' said Cyril,'but at a deeper level it still retains much of it's sandwichness...