On the Eighteenth of December my creation brought to me an inedible Christmas Pud with lashings of custard.
Although the inedibility seems quite questionable to that stray time fly. Still, waste not want not!
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the fly says it is good to eat.
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The fly also has time to work it off, Beverly…
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Oh yum…Bring me a ‘flyggy’ pudding…There may not be a pudding if the cat goes after that fly! VK
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That’s true, VK. And I think he’s noticed it too!
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Well, at least there’s custard! 🙂
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Yes! Custard always saves the day, Diane!
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