Trund and Frissle

 

Trund and Frissle made slappy noises with their flippers.

 

"Cake?" said Trund.

 

"No," said Frissle, who pointed directly up at the purple cloud which was descending rapidly towards them.

 

The cloud reformed into a shower of cocoa dusted truffles, and Trund and Frissle opened their mouths and feasted thereupon.

 

"Hatty hatty," they said, as further slapping ensued and Trund and Frissle contentedly regurgitated their livers.