One day I was walking down the main street in little Sunnyvale Village on my way to pick some strawberries at old Mrs Teedles fruit and berry farm up the hill near Mr Beeters cow and chicken palladium, which I hoped to visit on the way back from Mrs Teedles, if I had time after my strawberry frolockings which I was so looking forward to all week and then some past that.
I chanced apon the village barber, Mr Gravy-Train, out to get his morning paper at Mrs Neekers' pie-saloon.
'Hello Mr Gravy-Train' I called out, 'How are the twins today?'.
'Oh they are fine thank you young squire, getting all the more cheeky by the day they are!'
'Oh thats nice. I'm on my way to Mrs Teedles, care to join me in some picking of strawberries and such like?'
'Oh, don't mind if I do! I'll be right with you, I'll see if our lad Beetles wants to come along'
'Right O' replied I.
While I was waiting I sat on the farm gate to Mr Fakir's lupin farm. Off in the distance I could see him astride his great horse, 'Mr Pith', getting ready to sow some Lupin seeds.
'A'hoy there farmer Fakir' I bellowed.
'A'hoy to you young squire' he replied in his usual gruff voice. 'What are you up to son?'
'I'm off to Mrs Teedles fruit and berry farm to pick some delicious strawberries, care to join Mr Gravy-Train, our lad Beetles and myself?'
'Why that I would young squire' he replied happily 'I'll bring 'Mr Pith' with me, he loves a strawberry or two!'
'Delightful' said I in return.
Shortly after My Gravy-Train and our lad Beetles arrived, both with grins the size of Salamanders on their faces.
So we went strawberry picking and had a rollocking time.