The Dunkirk Spirit

Never let it be said that I don't try to help others. Bro and I were stretched out on the town roundabout's floral clock, sleeping off our fish & chips when all hell broke loose. At first I thought it was passers-by distressed by evil odours puffing out of our bottoms, but it transpired that a loose cargo of tinned fruit was floating towards the shore. Well, cometh the hour, cometh the mantis!

Hastily, Mordecai and I marshalled all able hands and told them to evacuate the town, preferably several miles away, as the crates contained an illegal shipment of dried Nygoli lizard, which is fatal on contact. Then we set to collecting anything buoyant; pedalos, paddling pools, vinyl hippos and inflatable ladies.

We are now ready to string them together as a flotilla and, precarious as the task will be, salvage the lost treasures of the Man from Del Monte. Admittedly it would all look rather comical, if we weren't doing it under the cover of darkness. I didn't say that.