The Tale Of Snoodle-Gate Snoodle
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The Snoodle was chased from the lake by a pelican. |
Snoodle-gate Snoodle's adventures began as a day trip to see the sights of London. He parked his Snoodle mobile on the roundabout opposite Buckingham Palace and goulooed in wonder through the barred gate. He then moved on to St. James' Park where he fed the sparrows, paddled in the lake, was chased from the lake by a pelican and finally rounded off his day with a visit to the houses of parliament. It was only then that the little Snoodle realised how tired he was and looking up at Big Ben, he discovered that it was long past his snoodle time and it was too late to go back to his Snoodle mobile. So, clutching his duvet the little Snoodle crept into the corridors of power. The poor Snoodle, now quite distressed wandered about a maze of rooms and passageways until he eventually lighted upon a room with row upon row of red, padded benches. He hurried to the back of the room, wrapped himself in his duvet and curled up to sleep. |
Now, within the houses of parliament, there worked a remarkable woman called Mrs. Tugsby. She inspired awe and fear into the politicians and stood for no nonsense from any of them. She was an invaluable predictor of public opinion and no new ideas were ever put forward without consulting Mrs. Tugsby first. She also provided another greatly appreciated service. She served steaming cups of tea from a large steaming urn mounted on a rattling trolley.
On the day when Snoodle-gate Snoodle chose to snoodle in the house of Lords, the Lords themselves had chosen to do much the same thing.
"By Jove!" barked Lord Munchenfarquoir, "There's one of those Snoodly things curled up on the back row!"
"A what?" enquired Lord Pendleton-Forsythe-Boothe.
"A Snoodle" replied Lord Lord Munchenfarquoir, raising his voice slightly. "Little um... round, fluffy things, yes um.... It's snoodling."
"It's what?"
"Snoodling!" Cried Lord Munchenfarquoir into Lord Bumble-Mutterperson's ear trumpet.
"Oh dear" worried Lord Bumble-Mutterperson. "What shall we do?"
It is surprising that Lord Bumble-Mutterperson should ask such a question because everybody knows what to do with a distressed Snoodle. It should be wrapped in a duvet or coat and transferred quickly and quietly to the nearest bed. It is also good practice to supply the Snoodle with a bowl of sorrel so that it doesn't go hungry when it pips.
"Well we simply can't have Snoodles snoodling in the house of Lords." Declared Lord Longebottome-Smythe. "I think that it ought to be woken up."
"Um ...no, I don't think that would be wise" began Lord Munchenfarquoir. But Lord Longebottome-Smythe was already striding to the back of the room. "You see people are rather um... fond of them you know."
Lord Longebottome-Smythe had now reached the Snoodle and tapped it smartly on what could be seen of its head. The Snoodle started awake with a squeak and upon finding itself surrounded by a group rather stern looking, elderly men, started to feel very frightened.
It is also a well known fact that you should never tell a Snoodle that it has been naughty. Snoodles are never intentionally naughty and can become devastatingly upset upon such an accusation.. It is also a sign that many politicians believe themselves to be far more important than they really are, because that is exactly what Lord Longebottome-Smythe went on to do.
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