Bananatoise

It's the night before the big exam. The big exam I've been banging on about for the last two months - this time tomorrow it'll all be over - until the practical next week. Anyway whilst doing some last minute revision this evening this strange looking creature came ambling up to me (well my feet) and I honestly thought he had either been in fight with another tortoise (no idea where this would have taken place) or he was frothing at the mouth & about to die. I picked him up with concern, sang his favourite song (Flashdance) & whilst showing Lady A looked for the shovel. Then the pieces of the puzzle all fell into place as old Fred had just eaten his first banana after his hibernation. The mucky chap simply hadn't washed his face. Relief for sure as I was concerned we may not be able to sell him if he were dead (...) so I plonked him down, wished him well and advised that he's not having anymore dinner until he's cleaned his face.