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Rosie: He means, lass, not lad.
Monty: He said, lad, not lass.
Rosie, biting Monty's nose: He meant Lassie, lunkhead.
Monty: Aroooooo.
Monty - under breath: By the Great Dog Ty...
Rosie, biting Monty's nose: Stop that!
Monty: Aroooooo. Just you wait until the Great Dog Tyrex turns up. You'll be sorry then.
Rosie: I'm waiting. In the meantime it should be Lassie.
Monty - trying it out: "The answer lies in the soil, Lassie." Ooh, do you mean he's buried some bones for us?
Rosie, biting Monty's nose: Lunkhead. He's a rose grower. Honestly, what I have to put up with.
Monty - under breath: Just you wait...
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Oooh, lovely roses, and poor Monty's nose. :):)
"Waiting for the Great God Tyrex..."
I'm still waiting!!! :-) ;-)
Thanks so much for Susan's comment on my blog, you two...I was laughing soooo hard...
~Christine
Hey, the great Frank Richards did this kinda dialogue in the Billy Bunter books. Are Monty and Rosie fans?
Christine - the Great Dog Tyrex - cripes - we've put Great God Tyrex - we're slinking off now, tails between legs - that was a mistake. It should have been... eek arooooooooo......... (Susan might change the post...)
Anonymous - did you know that Frank Richards is listed in Guinness World Records as the most prolific author of all time with a lifetime output calculated at 72-75 million words. No we didn't either - we do now, though. Coo. Rosie is deffo a Billy Bunter fan. She likes food, too. Monty, not so much. He's more the athletic type. (Wonder who wrote that, then).
Oh, Susan, no worries, I figured that's what it meant. I'm just eaten up with curiosity, though! :):)
75 MILLION words?? Wow, there's a goal for me.:):)
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