Yeknodathon

Oh... [soft swish of the thinking tail rotating at excited speed] ... stuffed Kobals

[shuffling from behind the dark side of the paddock shed] 'suppose Kobals need garlic? *sniff*

I could be worse. It could be donkey.

I just wanted to say that someone is smelling like a rabbit.

... for a complete ass ... no offense intended Yeknodathon. </font>

Stop sniffing me. Kitty </font>

I just wanted to say that I've been feeling particularly masochistic recently. Just thought it might help? Yeknod

Further reasoned debate on the GF sees its first casualty

Sucks out spelling, too, it seems *sniff*

I just eat the grass.

[standing very still so as not to induce bowel movements from the chirping bird] Dee Leete has merits (abbreviated to D.Leete), though thought must be given to Boo Leete, which pays hommage to... well, something... and of course, Booetta Leete. ... Justicar Leete?

... I'm just very relieved it isn't a Boo Bird.

[... and as the paddock great white fin of fate swirls around the pond of eternity and another witless duck disappears from the surface, something grey and heavy is standing by the fence, with a small bird on its head] *sniff* I'm told it's a Foo Bird. I don't like it at all. Not one bit.

*snifzz* can we all do that? Yeknod

*snifzz*

...thistle fricassee...

Eh? Oh... [swings the special thinking tail] I declare that all trainee chefs produce thistle soup, thistle en croute, roast thistle with a nettle coulis, braised thistle, poached thistle on a bed of mixed herbs and thistles... and for dessert, baked Alaskan thistle and thistle tartlets. Yeknod

Yes... and distant in other ways, too, on account of a case of misidentity with a camel during a night-time transit down the Nile. Great Aunt Ethel was always prone to ad hoc roaming... [points with one ear backwards] See that slight hump? Camel. Not 100%, of course, but enough to spit.

*flicks the tail of momentary interest* ... some of me distant relatives run a Turkish massage parlour... *flick* ... it can be arranged... privately

... one can't get the right elastic these days.

*sniff* *creaaaaaaaaak* *ping*

A biscuit with a spweech impwediment.

... in woolly suits and the odd "baa"... should cause a scuffle, I should say

Cock-a-doodle-doo

*wriggles both rumps* Ooooh, be strict, Mr Lawman.