Grimbeau

Save that, Patroclus!

It’s

Midday plus

five.

Hazy Sunday afternoon.

Luncheon?

Fishcakes & ptarmigan droppings.

Not again,

Pen

What happened to the marmoset wellington?

The Ogres, I suppose.

Eyes bigger than their stomachs, those lads.

Gluttons with mutton.

Ask Old Shep.