Chapter eight.

“Then the frog went to see the dog at the vets, and took him a get-well card and a doggy version of grapes. Then the dog died, but the Frogy woke up and it was all a dream but the frog’s mum had died. They buried the frog at a big posh funeral for frogs and George was unhappy, he missed Frogy. Roomy spoke at the funeral it was a very moving speech and drove all to tears.”

Then like a brick dropping on his head it struck George he didn't know Frogy and what the hell was a huge cathedral doing in the middle of a dense forest? He and roomy looked at each other. They Just could not figure this out so the got up and left when they turned round the church was gone and they were alone with just a lamppost for company. The lamppost started to speak
“Hi there young box, I’ve been here for 2000 years rooted by time travel and forgotten, the first 1500 years were fine, I was pretty much just an object but once I became post-animate that’s when it became dull. Thankfully some little chair always lights me these days. It is nice to talk to some new objects, the chair is sadly deaf, it makes conversation difficult…”
The lamppost continued talking as the duo slowly backed away George mumbled
“I can see why the chair is deaf, if it could hear it wouldn’t keep coming back…”
When they had retreated to a safe distance they sat down on the ground and sighed, that had been one strange dream followed by an abnormal experience.

Then all of a sudden a llama fell from the tree and made them jump.
“Sorry their old chums didn’t see you there!” Bumbled the llama straightening out his waistcoat, “Now where did I put my jacket, ah there.” He reached up and took it from a branch where it was flailing upside down like an angry octopus that’s had too much caffeine.

The llama continued to straighten his clothing out (which was odd been as he was a llama). He offered the scared and stunned objects a nice cup of dry tea and a sandwich (obviously the tea was with lemon and the sandwich cucumber.) This was a tad surprising; it was not normal for llamas. Normally the llamas normally took their tea wet not in the dry block form boxes preferred. George looked up in amazement unlike other llamas it was sitting there, cross-legged drinking a cup of tea how did a llama cross its legs? They were jointed wrong!