My once mighty airship is in shambles!
As Hilda and I were taking one of the loveliest strolls I have ever strolled, there was the Dirigible, in a pathetic heap upon the ground, the wicker weaving of the basket horribly torn, the Ginger Fizz fuel reserves broken and totally depleted by greedy rodent pillagers! I could see them, bloated and hiccuping in the bushes, fizz-bubbles still trapped in their whiskers! That sight has made me simultaneously upset and thirsty…
I will not be able to fly out of the Hot Dog Kingdom now, meaning I will not be able to find the enraged Hot Dog King’s crown, meaning I am to be cooked for sure!
