Me, Harry and a Bag of Sprouts
Well well.........you have survived it this far......congratulations.
Me:
I am Emily Jayne. The alien from the planet that is just left of Jupiter (turn left at the fifth moon). It is a pleasant planet. Polluted with Tories for government and general filth. We have successfully destroyed our landscape and by encouraging excessive visitors from the planet just south of Uranus, we have become grossly over-populated.
Harry:
Harry has a woody tone, with a polished complexion. Silvery with light flecks of brown. He has a dark exterior and is shaped beautifully. He sings like an angel and is very easy to get along with. His outstanding character has become a real favourite in our school wind band and he has performed many times in theatres and in front of grandparents and great auntie Gladys.
A Bag Of Sprouts:
A bag of sprouts is a most ingenious thing. An object to cherish and nurture for life. A possession not wanting to be let go. Lovely when fed with a Sunday roast. A bag of sprouts can be talked about forever, famous for their extensive skills in wind-breaking, commonly referred to as a form of dancing. Wonderfully plump, the diverse sprout species is a true wonderment of mother nature. Who else could come up with the humble sprout? (Shown on left and on right with various other vegetables)