Cow Island

'Now, ma little chums, may I formally welcome you aboard the good ship, 'Purchased Entirely For Educational Purposes'. 'That's really what it's called?' Norma queried.  'Indeed!' Camille replied. 'It came about after the parents of some of ma little students gave me what I believe you would describe as 'a spot of bover'.' 'It's certainly a fine looking ship,' said Bertha. 'It is several thousand tons of luxury cabins, lounge bars, deckchairs and massage rooms,' said Camille, 'which have been purchased entirely for educational purposes.' 'You even have a pool!' Norma mooed. 'Why yes, although this is just the small plunge pool. The big pool is up the pointy end.' 'And the passengers?' Norma asked. 'While we are doing the extensive, four year, sea trials there is just myself.' 'It must take quite a crew to keep it running,' Bertha suggested. '...

'It's sooo lovely to see you again!' mooed Norma. 'Likewise, ma bizarre foreign friends,' replied Camille. 'Myself and my, strangely still small, never getting any bigger despite the passage of time, little students are most pleased to be re-acquainting ourselves with you.' 'Are you well?' asked Bertha. 'Indeed!' confirmed Camille. 'In a 'let's bulk things out with trivial chit chat before getting on with the story line type conversation', I can report that we are all 'up and doing' 'ere! And yourselves?' 'We're fine,' replied Norma. 'Bravo!' mooed Camille. 'And no doubt yourselves and your glorious leader Capitaine Bile are on some sort of preposterous and thinly plotted, readership trailing off, type adventure?' 'You could say so,' replied Bertha. 'And I 'ave!' said Camille. 'And your reason for being here?' asked Norma. 'Well, ...