"Biscuits," I said. "If only! We ran out of food AGES ago and now we're going insane with hunger. I was just thinking about eating my best friend, until you came along, taunting us with talk of biscuits and weight gain."
"It's remarkable how long one can manage without food," said the Whale, "For example, when I was Overthere... "
"Yes," interrupted Geoffrey, "Food's not important. It's water that's essential to life. At least at first. And we're running out of that. There are only three teeny weeny drops left in the flask. Ooops! I dropped it and it broke! I'm sorry Tuppy. I've let you down again, haven't I? Please don't be too angry. I feel bad enough as it is."
"Right. That's it. We've no food, and no water, and our boat refuses to behave as it should," I began furiously, thumping the foc's'l with my front hoof. I had to take control - I simply had to. But how could I, when the boat had a mind of its own, and we were in the middle of some sort of trackless ocean-style thing?
"Coracle!" shouted Geoffrey.
"Yes, I know it's a coracle. I was using the generic term. We're being dragged to wherever Fancy takes us, and it's about as much fun as having your fingers trapped in a door."
"No - CORACLE! There's another one, and it's heading our way. It's far bigger than this one, and it appears to be steam-powered. Oo-er. Fancy - you have a rival."
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"It's remarkable how long one can manage without food," said the Whale, "For example, when I was Overthere... "
"Yes," interrupted Geoffrey, "Food's not important. It's water that's essential to life. At least at first. And we're running out of that. There are only three teeny weeny drops left in the flask. Ooops! I dropped it and it broke! I'm sorry Tuppy. I've let you down again, haven't I? Please don't be too angry. I feel bad enough as it is."
"Right. That's it. We've no food, and no water, and our boat refuses to behave as it should," I began furiously, thumping the foc's'l with my front hoof. I had to take control - I simply had to. But how could I, when the boat had a mind of its own, and we were in the middle of some sort of trackless ocean-style thing?
"Coracle!" shouted Geoffrey.
"Yes, I know it's a coracle. I was using the generic term. We're being dragged to wherever Fancy takes us, and it's about as much fun as having your fingers trapped in a door."
"No - CORACLE! There's another one, and it's heading our way. It's far bigger than this one, and it appears to be steam-powered. Oo-er. Fancy - you have a rival."
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