Sherbert the Race Horse was meant to be running in The Grand National in his Fruit Gum Flyer Legwarmers today but the Horse Box started to rumble n stutter 10 miles outside of Aintree. It spluttered and coughed itself into a halt. Gizzy Whizzie leapt out for her tools and I jacked up the waggon. Sherbert kept turning the engine over and dabbing the accelerator with his hoof but no luck!! We had truly conked out.
I was really edgy as Jemmy Jim Jams has been up at the Race Course for the last couple of days casing the joint and picking up all the tips - I know she was expecting us to arrive...(gulp).
However we didn't need to worry! The ol' rabbit had taken an empty case with her as she was so confident of winning lots of crinkly cabbage!
I don't know how she does it but the Mafia Godmother chose 'Neptune Collonges' and hopped off hot paw with the winning slip to collect the dosh!
So all's well that end's well ... Taa Taa.