Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
Little wonder! You know it's a homing prize, don't you? It will find its way back at the first opportunity. And since I am now the winner, I shall contact the constabulary and have you forced to hand it over.
Okay, I admit it, the prize is a homing prize. And his home is with me! The prize also objects to being called a little wonder. He considers himself to be quite a reasonable size.
I know where you live, and I know where you have hidden him. I'll be over after dark.
Forewarned is forearmed! The mega searchlights are all on, the mines are armed and the razor wire is all in place. And I have a Jedi sword.
Two flashlights attached to your clothesline are not searchlights. When they talk about arming mines, they are not the kind a prospector would dig. (Nice try, though. You must have been up all night!) Razor wire is not your electric shaver cord. And put that butter knife down. The man in the shop lied to you.
Oh dear - confused by the dark side, you were? My next door neighbour is most upset by your comments about his clothesline, shaver and butter knives. Meanwhile the Prize and I have escaped.
Straight into the jaws of my trap. Don't be fearful I will feed you both.
That's what we're afraid of... someone mentioned soup. Fortunately the emergency ejector button has furnished us well and we've made our escape.
Fussy eaters will never succeed in life. You left a trail of toast crumbs and the hounds have been released.
Good job the Prize was eating toast before we pressed the ejector button. There are crumbs everywhere. No trails to be distinguished amongst that lot!
Turn around very slowly. VERY slowly as I have a stick at the ready. She's behind you!
Fortunately I've been away in Majorca, so no problems there. No sticks either, just lots of nice scenery and sunshine. :-)
Rub it in! *sigh*
Well, hand over that prize, please. Because, as you can see, I win! And he can take off that fake tan and all.
Psst! Prize - I think she's gone now.
Now, Prize: I *told* you to keep quiet. Now look what you've done!
Correct. I'll have that prize, thank you, and back in the box he goes. I am sending you the account for renting him all this time. You have a 30 day payment window.
No problem. I never pay through windows - but the Prize has escaped through yours! Welcome back home Prizey!
Fortunately, the window led into my locked garage - where his cage is located. Saves me the trouble of forcing him through the door. Good lad!
Thank goodness for master keys! Away we go!
I am mystified as to why you are escaping on a donkey.
Me too. But hey, it works.
Well, it DID work. I didn't feed your steed and so he turned around and came home for tea. The prize tells me he likes me better than you. So I have little choice...
Hoho, the ruse worked. Twin steeds, a subtle ploy. Thanks for coming back, Prize, and for bringing some of Dez's scones with you.