Little Hairy-Harry was having a dream. In it, he was gambolling gaily in a field of cabbages, free and gay as a wild horse. Other little bum hairs threw a coloured ball to him. Beaming with happiness, he tossed it back.
‘Hey, hello?’
The other little hairs smiled, throwing the ball back.
‘Hey YOU!’
His fellows were frolicking gaily and smiling amidst the cabbages.
‘YOOHOO!’
Little Hairy-Harry started awake, suddenly. Abruptly. The shock of it! It appeared he had been snoring. At least, that was what the voice behind him confirmed, in a not very kindly manner.
Little Hairy-Harry made a mental note of it, and set about planning better for his next siesta, i.e. to tape himself whilst snoozing. He might be petite with impeccable manners, but he would be neither mocked nor taken for an imbecile. Oh, no.
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