(called in slug mythology “the avocado incident”), Ergo and his entire army were ready to leave on the great push into pigfrog country. This time, they were so well-equipped it wasn’t funny. Well, maybe it was a bit funny, but not very. Anyway, there they were, all well-equipped and everything, sat sitting on the grass waiting for orders. Dotty and Mr Farnsbarnes were hovering very professionally in the air above the leading ranks of the slugs and auxiliary forces, made up of trolls, gnomes and assorted fairy and woodland folk, some of the Enid Blyton ilk, but most of the Tolkien variety. In fact, many had been
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