I took the giant tongue to town, arriving there about eleven. This is when the older elves pull the younger ones out of their pockets. I pressed scented flowers and poured gravy onto place mats instead of plates while inventing mathematical calculations - all of which proved to be wrong. I walked home on stilts with a flying cup and saucer overhead.
Two Girls Looking At A Fried Egg
Simple Simon's Diary: The Daily Art Work 