After 30 minutes waiting for the traffic to clear Dillian finally managed to cross the road.

The bravado of the king was strong.  He had gone into the tiniest detail of how he lost his eye in a fight with the unicorn and how he’d come out as the victor, when actually had just hurt it a little when he slipped and poked himself in the eye with a snooker cue in the middle of game they were playing together.  It was a deception he would have to keep up for a very long time!

Maureen was very excited.  Tonight’s meal in the home was meatballs and it reminded her of her hey day when she appeared on the TV with that lovable Swedish chef.

Greg was not sure he should be flying. He had had 2 brandy snaps and a Jaffa cake but was happy to fly home both merry and happy to be alive.

Pootle looked like a peaceful soul, but behind the quiet demeanor perched an evil genius working out his nefarious plans.  He could make any child bend to his will and now, with all the pieces in place, he was ready to unleash the full potential of this genius on to the world.

The ring master decided not to use Mad Dog to try and attract people into the circus any more.  For some reason it was just not working!

Donald stood back and admired his creation.  It was tower of cheese, shaped like a cat,  that wasn’t only a masterpiece of postmodernist art and one in the eye for the feline world but a fine meal for all the local community too.