That's Right, that's right, that's right, that's right, this message will be televised!

I know I'm not the one for being habitually optimistic;
but we're the one's with the blog here, so just remember this!

There was once a giraffe called Carol, he was pissed 'cause he had a woman's name, so he went to the registry office, and changed his name to Rodger Black; for he was quite fast. He decided he had a message to share with the world, about how to stop the general public from feeling intimidated by Giraffe's at zoos. Roger went to Winston, the wise old peacock, who runs the apothecary around the corner, for advice on how to go about spreading his message; Winston told him that he should open a candy floss Kiosk and take it all around the country. He brought candy floss to the masses, sugar in cloud form - the public were astounded, and thanked Rodger profusely for the gift of sugar clouds. Rodger told them stories about the prophesied day when all the Giraffe's would hold a meeting, and everyone looked forward to it, with great anticipation.
Finally the day came, and all the giraffes sneaked out of their zoos and met in Trafalgar square. Roger supplied candy floss for the occasion because he was a generous soul. Halfway through the meeting, disaster struck! The clergy had partnered up with the hamster revolution of 2010 and the hamsters had chewed through several intrinsic cables which meant no one could view the meeting. However, people were so outraged in the behaviour of the clergy, they made their way in their masses to Trafalgar square, where they joined the giraffes and several other zoo animals who had decided to join them for the parade. Together they danced and flew kites and waved flags whilst singing songs of love and unity. The clergy were defeated once again. Us: 3, clergy: 0.

This is the story section of this post of wonderment over. Now for the rest of the festivities.

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose

Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Edward Lear

We are going to Devon on Saturday! How cool is that?! We won't be able to blog for a whole week. You going to miss us? And when we come back we'll be all tanned
Love! Love!
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