HB5

Horrid Borrid flustered majestically, while butterflies pranced harmoniously through the Derivative Caverns of Sony.

A chaotic array of taxidermal dragonflies mashed a hitherto inconceivable assortment of vegetables into a sandalwood casket, whilst Colonel Norrid Borrid (Horrid's uncle) drifted airily through the laxitative gel of Horrid's altercations.

"Carpetsauce?" said Horrid.

"No," said Norrid.

"Soup!" said Horrid. "My soup! The death of soup!"

"Oh," said Norrid, as he drifted until the stars were dessicated coconut.

[ end of Horrid Borrid ]