(In which Father makes a Victor's Breakfast)
I was woken up by my daughter early, she was looking for the Pineapple
Crusher. It took time dressing, climbing into the loft to find the Crusher
and topping up the fuel although it still came as a surprise to find that
the pineapple had mysteriously disappeared. I followed the trail and it
seems that the pineapple had been dragged back to a rabbit warren. I
supposed tht the rabbits would soon tire of their burden and dispose of
the pineapple. I was in no mood to wait but luckily Kiwi wanted to wait
and see if she could catch the pineapple. I left her with the crusher and
went to work.
It turned out to be a long day, the contractors were not
fireing properly and the internal suggestion sprockets were in
inoperable condition we had to open the the reducing basket and recoil
the production set. When I arrived home It was already dark Kiwi was out
and I went to bed after a quick snack.
I was eating breakfast the next morning when Kiwi returned. She'd
forgotten the crusher but had the husk of the pineapple. I made her a
victors breakfast and went out to get the crusher. There were footprints
in the earth around the hole, the crusher was nowhere to be seen and
although I heard nothing there was the feel of music hanging in the air.
I beant down to listen but the occupants of the hole weren't revealing
their presence. I looked a little further, it grew cold as clouds
crossed the sun and I returned to the house.
