Blue Room, The

Gleetings ! Gravesend calling, Gravesend calling !

Today is a Big day, for Sir Picanuper is having a Do to say nice things to those who have done nice things, in The Blue Room, which is in his stately cave.

Firstly, all do stand to attention while The Hippy Hippy Shake is performed, raucously and with considerable verve. This is as it should be.

“So, young Troll !” says Sir Picanuper to Clopidogrel. “You have fine blue hair, how is this ?”
“It is because I eat all the blueberry muffins, I believe.” answers Clopidogrel.
“Goodness ! Why do you do this ?”
“Well, so that others don’t have to…” says Clopidogrel, who is shy, sometimes.
“Such selflessness ! And I see your fine belly is turning blue, also ?”
“Yes, indeed !” says Clopidogrel, pleased, now. “One day I will blue all over, like my hair !”
“And you wear a pleasant smile at all times ! You are a fine young Troll and no mistake !”

Noddy is made an Honorary Troll in recognition of consistent smiling just as nicely all the time, a sterling effort and is told seven nice things about himself. He leads the assembled assembly nicely in sedate dancing, maintaining his welcoming smile at all times, even when his feet are trodden on and his shins barked. Everyone has elevenses and a nice time, and a nice day.

Walk Tall !