Here is poor old Another Kiwi contemplating his gardens which he left to the tender mercies of Greenish Hugh and Space Time Eddie whilst AK visited his aunt Griselda up North. Look at AK, he has his jig saw puzzle pyjamas on and everything but there is nothing to be seen as the the so-called gardeners had Eurovision Song Quest Rave-Up Weekend that they "had" to go to and so the Peasemold apples have not been Stumpletwirled and thus will taste like dishrags.
Look! Not even a troupe performingVietnamese mice can cheer up AK
Heh heh, one is on a horse! I dunno why the one behind it has a shoe on a stick, but mice, eh. Play by their own rules, baby.
Lawks! What do we see here but a glimpse of the future as foretold by Josiah the Gender Neutral Fowl!
Josiah has said that never mind about the Peasemold's not having the spicy, sweaty saddle smell they usually have. The vile Throgmorton knows a bloke who will buy them all.
Here the happy Riddled team dance around the Peasemold tree in anticipation of a bumper harvest. Snuffles the Dog of Doom is always lurking, however.
