We set off on our journey and we arrived at Armadilla’s house in Dabbiedabie late in the evening. We decided we would like to go straight out to party and we happened to pass a place that looked inviting and had three people sitting outside. One of them was a toothless Ukrainian-Vomit-Swilling-Hairy-Legged-Vulture (a rare breed in these parts but common enough in their native habitat.) Well the Toothless Ukrainian vulture obviously didn’t think we were good enough for this party so she cackled at us, in a heavy lisp and a broad Ukrainian accent, that the “ ‘plathe wath’ full from midnight onwards,” spluttering spittle at us from the gap in her beak. Seeing as it was only 9 oclock at the time, we were somewhat bewildered. But the Lebanese Eagle standing behind her gave her a withering look and ordered her to let us in. It was a zinging evening although no one else came in all the time we were there. But the four of us, (me, Nutella, Punkella and Armadilla) plus the irritating sparrows hovering around us, made up for numbers with noise. The rest of the break continued in the same vein; wandering from watering hole to watering hole and trough to trough sampling delectable offerings, cooing and cawing, cackling like the Ukrainian and leaving a dreadfull mess of nutshells and pigeon-poo (sorry we can’t help it, it's the way we’re made).
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