Pink and Stewby are quite rightly impressed with their new dinning table. Scoffing a plate of food on your knee is fine normally but on special occasions, like when your favorite niece is visiting, it is nice to be a bit more formal.
At first Lucy is a bit tentative.
Then she realizes that she has been given a grown up fork. Yum Yum, Stewby's Shepard's Pie (Lucy version without the creamy mash) is a triumph.
Then she gets to play with that odd dog. There is such a thin line between beloved family treasure and a yellow block of wood with 4 loosely attached legs. Lucy must be a Porter girl because she appears far more charitably disposed to it than her cynical father.
1 comment:
Blimey, geezers! How d'ye get that table in the Whitton cupboard? - Where have they buried Jermaine?
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