the exciting conclusion of this triple sweep.
Once upon a time there was an anteater who loved to eat cheese and pickle sandwiches.
His friends all said, "Hey you are an anteater. You should eat ants" and he said "hmmhmhmh" which is what happens when you try to talk with your mouth full of cheese and pickle sandwich.
His friends were so worried about him. They tried distracting him....they played soccer with him, but he thought about nothing but cheese and pickle sandwiches, and well, that made him kinda a bad goalie. Oooooooooooooh a dodgy keeper, he was.
They tried wedging him out of his bed in the mornings, but it turned out that he actually liked that.
Then one day he best and most dearly beloved friend (a chattering lorry) had to fly far far far away.
The anteater missed her so very much, he sought comfort in a cheese and pickle sandwich, but found that indeed they were a most disgusting and loathsome thing. Gross gross gross.
The anteater had no cheese and pickle, no one to wedge him, and couldn't sleep at night because of a nagging worry he had left the lawnmower on even though he didn't actually know what a lawnmower was because he was an anteater. They don't have lawns.
So he went to America to visit his bestest friend for Thanksgiving and/or Christmas and they lived happily ever after.
The end.
His friends all said, "Hey you are an anteater. You should eat ants" and he said "hmmhmhmh" which is what happens when you try to talk with your mouth full of cheese and pickle sandwich.
His friends were so worried about him. They tried distracting him....they played soccer with him, but he thought about nothing but cheese and pickle sandwiches, and well, that made him kinda a bad goalie. Oooooooooooooh a dodgy keeper, he was.
They tried wedging him out of his bed in the mornings, but it turned out that he actually liked that.
Then one day he best and most dearly beloved friend (a chattering lorry) had to fly far far far away.
The anteater missed her so very much, he sought comfort in a cheese and pickle sandwich, but found that indeed they were a most disgusting and loathsome thing. Gross gross gross.
The anteater had no cheese and pickle, no one to wedge him, and couldn't sleep at night because of a nagging worry he had left the lawnmower on even though he didn't actually know what a lawnmower was because he was an anteater. They don't have lawns.
So he went to America to visit his bestest friend for Thanksgiving and/or Christmas and they lived happily ever after.
The end.