Please let us in Col Rhubarb, it is coming, we heard the church bells and saw you taken in here. We are not simple village folk you know. Please let us in. Please do not deny us.
Go away you idiots. You will let it in here. You are safer out there. You have sun light, and fresh air. It is dark and cold in here. They have shut me in for the winter- Col Mustard loves me to grow strong and straight- and I have to be a pale pink. But its Jack Frost he is coming, he’s deadly.
Today I was going to write a piece about nuclear shelters. But I stopped at the bank on the way to the internet cafe. In the bank I met a gentle old pug known as Col Mustard. So the story changed, and I will have to save the my trip to the nuclear shelter for another day. I am sorry that you are denied such a treat.🙂