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Wellington picked up a nice cardboard tubey thing a few minutes earlier, whilst in the park. He's not sure what it was meant to be, but that big stick in it could make it stand up in the ground and make a nice plant pot of some sort.
He pads into the bar, sniffing at the changes of scent, when he becomes aware of a... hissing noise from his tidy bag.
He has the feeling that it would be a good idea to take the bag out back, just in case it's a wasp. Once there, he puts it on the ground, and pads over to the trees to get a big stick. Then the Womble cautiously approaches his bag, and uses the stick to poke it.
The bag explodes, with an enormous bang, a lot of crackles and a shower of orange sparks. The Womble gives an alarmed squeal and flattens himself on the ground with his paws over his eyes.
He pads into the bar, sniffing at the changes of scent, when he becomes aware of a... hissing noise from his tidy bag.
He has the feeling that it would be a good idea to take the bag out back, just in case it's a wasp. Once there, he puts it on the ground, and pads over to the trees to get a big stick. Then the Womble cautiously approaches his bag, and uses the stick to poke it.
The bag explodes, with an enormous bang, a lot of crackles and a shower of orange sparks. The Womble gives an alarmed squeal and flattens himself on the ground with his paws over his eyes.