So Mr Ferryman where were we with the fairytales before we were rudely interrupted by a masked man pleading corruption and bulldust ‘in camera’ or was it the other bloke blowing his whistle
…and then the schedule for the mi…mi…mi…mi Mr Beaker pleading his case for not being part of the entertainment at the weekly Colosseum lion feeding event…
...I think you started to read an excerpt from the tales of Grimm but got side tracked with a fable..something to do with leopards and spots..but then my eyes started to glaze over…and before I dozed off half a dozen souls came plodding up the house boat dock…ohhh zzzzzz off to slumberland zzzz again…and back to that dream something about a hare and a lot of wily old wabbits??
