So the border collie, alarmed by the sheer size of the bill from Connie's Creamy Cone, started doing some calculations. No way, he said, could squirrels alone have consumed the amount of ice cream claimed by Connie. Connie, though, was beyong reproach. She's big and grumpy. She owns a calculator. The border collie took a walk to ponder the problem and returned with the answer.
The natives have struck an alliance with the rabbits. They invited their newly found hopping allies over for malts. This is Crips hookin' up with Bloods stuff. "It's just not right," the border collie said, settling down to read Granta. I can't believe this took place right before my eyes.
This weekend, it turns out, they've got a little celebration planned. Ugh. Echo and the Bunnymen 'til all hours of the morning. Lettuce pizza. Drunk rabbits. Is there anything worse?