I don't understand, Squeaky. How can mushrooms stampede? Do they have little legs? And how can they eat? Little legs AND little mouths? I can't quite picture it, can you?
Did you know, I was going to volunteer my services in case we ran out of reindeer droppings, but Sady told me that all I can produce is sawdust. I don't understand that either.
Maybe we should go to bed and dream
about this strange world we live in and when we wake up we can have Marmite on toast for breakfast.
OK, OK, I can tell you don't like that idea. Maybe cornflakes with Chardonnay.
