Falling, Falling Falling! or 'will the feathers ever stop the fall?'

As if by magic, the ‘egg’ began to crack! Torp fulfills all of the accusations from the Wytvern Boys that he is a ‘reet twit!’ Never one to show bravery (even when awake), entering ‘the dreamscape’ thinking that he was awake gives him a disturbing jolt. Which upturns the nest, and thrusts Torpy base over apex’ into the void.

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A strange and eerie world unfolds as he plops onto a cushioned forest floor. Such activity is too much for our little fluff ball, and with all of the air knocked out of him, he lapses (after many years of lapsing) into a fitful slumber. But owls cannot live by worms alone, and by and by, as he stirs, his thoughts turn to his feathery tum, which elicits a thoughtful ‘Yum. Yum!’

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It is at this point that, having already mistaken Mother Owl, masquerading as Tank, he appears again in the form of a wiggly worm.

 

He would not be pleased to have been so disgracefully demoted.

Others quickly encroach upon the scene, with Squashy the squirrel and Stinka the fox coming out of the undergrowth. It is a case of animal magic.

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Complications set in as Torp gets to grips with the newly arrived,

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AND THEN!

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To top it all off, a grizzly bear nonchalantly leaning against a conveniently placed tree growls his arrival to the assembled guests in Torp’s dream.

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This is where reality sets in, as Management always arrives when they are least expected and most unwelcome.

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In a last-ditch effort to wake himself up, Torp creates a fitting ending by imagining a sumptuous banquet and a feast for all gathered. It is a truly inspirational and brilliant idea!

 

As everyone loves a banquet, init? Don't you love a happy ending - even one that never happened?

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Oops! Not so happy after all!

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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻? 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲…………