|The brave frog Branson prepares to fly to Chelsea flower show|
Standing before us was a huge rocket! Oh good gracious! Oh no! Oh my giddy aunt, no! I backed away from the hissing monster.
Apparently the frog had built it with a stag beetle and an educated chaffinch. They unfortunatly could not be there, owing to the fact that they had been rather burnt the day before! I enquired if the chaffinch had studied rocket science or maybe jet propulsion. 'No, no', said Branson.
'I think he likes gardening!' 'No,' he went on, 'The rocket was designed by Teddy dragonfly!'
'No, oh no, not he of Tiny Tours?' I said. 'Yes!' said the frog. 'Do you know of him?' I shuddered, because I love frogs and did not want to see a fricassee one! 'Time to go', interjected Hubert. 'What do you mean, "time to go", are you all mad, this is a bomb!' I spluttered. 'Oh no!' said Branson, 'It's a rocket and I am rocket Branson, and I will fly to London, have a quick look at Chelsea Flower Show ground and fly back!' 'Just like that?' I replied. 'Oh yes." said the rocket frog!
|A brave frog|
As the frog climbed onto the roof of Hubert's lorry, I noticed the green draining from his face and as he climbed the small ladder into the rocket I called out how many flights have you made.
'None!' was his reply. 'It looks really dangerous!' I said to Hubert. 'Oh, it is!' said Hubert.
|leaving Furzey gardens for Chelsea flower show|
The rocket rose up into the clear sky and disappeared. It or the frog, has not been seen since! The tiny things have put up missing posters everywhere.
ps, anybody going to Chelsea with a empty car boot??