The wind whistled inside the cave and the flames of the fire were bent
by
pace of the rain and the might of the storm. Cards were flung onto the
cave
floor as the game gathered pace. The king was losing badly and had only
a few
cards left when he roared ‘OK, who’s FARTED?’. Everyone looked at the
skunk.
The skunk looked back defiantly ‘why do I always get the blame?’ he
whinged.
‘Because, when there is a Stinky, nine times out of ten, it’s you who’s
dropped it’ replied the frog. ‘Can we get a move on’ he continued ‘I’m
due to
be kissed by a drop dead gorgeous princess later and I’m not missing
that I
can tell you’.

Just then, the wind howled even louder outside of the cave and with a
great
WHOOSH, in it came and blew out the fire. The bear removed a match from
the
wall and was about to strike it on his big hairy arse when the king
cried ‘Oi
BEAR No! That fart contained enough methane volume to be Explosif’. But
the
bear ignored him and struck the match!! DISASTER a stray spark fired up
the
arse-jet on the skunk and the ensuing Blast could be heard for miles
around.
The frog was caught right between the eyes and shot out of the cave
mouth in
a flat trajectory accelerating over the trees. His last words could just
be
heard ‘I was really looking forward to that sh..’ The king had dived
for
cover under the bear and suffered only singed eyebrows, stubble burns
and a
nasty gash in his forehead which left quite a scab.

The Skunk, well this
is a
fairy story so you REALLY DON’T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SKUNK.
Trust me on this.
The king brushed himself down and examined the wall which had taken the
brunt
of the blast. On it was seared some kind of contraption, there was a
triangle
there and a circle here with some straight bits connecting them
together.
‘What’s this’, he thought ‘and what could it be used for?’ He turned and
surveyed his kingdom and saw the rain had been blown away by the storm,
the
sun was shining, and a small green amphibian had just crossed into North
America. He looked at the drawing. He looked at the hills and valleys.
He
shouted for his chief engineer ‘Build me one of these so I can roam my
kingdom, commune with my people and get away from this stupid bloody
bear. I’ll never be bored again’. <p.
And so he lived happily ever after.

Well at least he did after the
engineers
discovered wheels and welding and after the argument over whether to use steel or
aluminum was finally won by the bloke with the biggest mallet.

So children, the moral of this story is:
Don’t play snap with dumb bears, bored kings, smelly skunks and amorous
frogs. A piece of advice you should be able to use almost every day.