“Hi, my name is Lily. Last weekend, Ol’ Sillyput took Lovely Mum and me to see the puppet-show in Monkstown. ‘Oh look,’ Sillyput said, ‘there’s a train.’”
“Bzzzzzzp! That’s what I think of noisy, smelly trains. Where’s the blummin’ puppets, Sillyput?”
“Anyhoos, here we are outside Lambert’s Puppet Theatre. Sillyput? What’s a puppet, anyway?”
“Ah, that’s better. Puppets are wooden funny-faces with bad haircuts that act all silly to make me laugh. Which is a lot like being at home. Isn’t that right, Lovely Mum? Zing! Gosh, I’m such a Boopster … Boopy-doop!”
1 comments:
Lily, you really need to develop an interest in trains. Other boys than Sillyput like them too, and an interest could come in handy.
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