fable

Tess has been working up a zebra vibe for the past few weeks culminating in today's African assembly spectacle, a high plains hoof-off between some spotty giraffes and stripey zebras. I stopped myself shouting out a Harry Hill rally call of "Figghhhhttt!", but only because I had embarrassed her the week before by repeatedly shouting out "boobs" in the shopping centre, a la Dick n Doms Bogies game of old. I blame the Grandparents. Speaking of Gma, she and I escaped being eaten by the lions today, as did Tess, who gave good zebra.