Parry the Puffin was having a terrible time getting to the point. For you see, a small tree had rooted in the top of his beak. In the following story, Parry describes to his friends and family how this all came to be...
Parry began, "I was swimming...
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Story update – since last update in May 2011
Parry plunged seaward, showing off for his beloved Myfanwy, a Muscovy duck http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muscovy_Duck , but he misjudged a controlled landing and flipped over - like many politicians when in deep but troubled thought.
Stretching his famous beautiful beak with best latex ChapStick, he emitted a bloodcurdling squawk as he pulled alongside an albatross who also decided to 'goose' him with a beakful of gorse branches from Gorseinon Common. Feathers were flying over Loughor estuary, scaring the cockle-women down-river in Penclawdd.
Meanwhile, gypsies in beat rags with vindaloo curry stains, muttering foul oaths, pointed at Parry.
-like green squirrels
, the gypsy women
Editor's note: The following, contributed by Dilwyn Jeffrey's Phillips last Saturday (April 7th), has been relocated here from where it had been inadvertently inserted.
with Welsh winberries
ragged skirt hems
requested addition by DJP (he's having trouble posting to this story, for some reason):
Penclawdd bara lawr
Brecon bacon drippings