Nervous about his review.

Flash just hadn't been hitting his quotas. Some days he'd be late
and everyone else was already hard at it, standing in the cold
cold sunless day.
He had been slacking off a bit, not sitting on the required number
of eggs. Not making whatever noises penguins make and going
'baaaaaawk' instead. He just didn't have his heart in it anymore.

They frolicked, but she already had a boyfriend

It's what's in me head, like.

Fuppin Bean Farmer

Like his Daddy before him, and HIS Daddy before that Daddy ...
all the way back to, well, to his Grandaddy.
All were big bean farmers, and PROUD of it. Look at him there
chewin' his thing there.
It's like his Mammy always said ...
"Once there's a barrow of beans at yer feet, there's nowt can knock ye"
That's not really true though is it, but they're simple folk are the
beanfarmers. Simple, and they smell like tomato sauce.
Yes, life was good.

Juggy. He was Friends with the fishes.

Unwanted little attention

Robert Dullgoody (pictured below) was the unwilling recipient of little attention.

Dr. Robert Dullgoody was attacked early yesterday and 'smothered
with care' when he was accidently sprayed with 'little pheromones'
in his laboratory in Colby (outside Kendelburrow).
The little man lab was set up in 1987 to try to find a way to extract
the little fellas' abundant 'happy' and mass market it to the depressed.
Dr Dullgoody was 'Frantically close' to a massive breakthrough when,
out of carelessness, he dropped a test tube of 'happy752' on his desk,
spraying himself with the stuff.
"It was just careless", said Dr Dull, going on to comment
"This project, regardles of any small accident is still very close to
completion, people should be able to enjoy Fellamones (tm) in time
for Christmas. Then I can concentrate on my next big thing.
Littleladylotion."
When asked what they thought of the recent little activity the
depressed seemed fairly downbeat, one replied
"I'm not bothered, whatever."
'Little' is known of the finer details of Dr. Dullgoody's next project,
but he better wash his butter fingers before he starts ...

A nice walk in the maze?

Jibb was always fond of a nice walk, and walking in the maze is
the best of all little walks.
Now, with his girlfriend Nancy, it seemed like the most perfect
night ever.
Well, that was until ....

They Kneed Our Little Friends

Never trust bakers and pizza men.
You can't be sure what they're using for their bases.
They're basta'ds

Bozzle Batters Birds

Yea, Bozzle would always come runnin up the back garden, with
her fathers hat on. Swingin all over the gaff
'Butt a Duck ! Butt a Duck !'
- that's what She'd shout, not us.

... but she burns easily

She loves frolicking in the sand.
Young Guppy here so loves the sand between
her foot digits.
She won't let the sun stop her fun.
Sand rash and sun burn, the good with the bad.