"Oh, how glorious!" startled Mrs. Boxingworthy.
What she had neglected to mention was just how glorious it actually wasn't. But never let the truth stand in the way of a good startle.
"Um..." remonstrated Master Top, remonstratingly.
Then the figurative fireworks began, with aliens landing; cardboard boxes spontaneously flying open, and then closing themselves again; grass growing backwards; and the ever-present Catalogue Fairy providing much amusement with her impression of Mikhail Gorbachev.
Luckily, even with all of this, no one was hurt.
THE END
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