Terry was pecking at the window, scratching a faint impression on the glossy surface. Outside the wind wailed. The sunlight scattered through the clouds casting irregular shadows that flickered in the wind. A cold shudder as Terry persisted with the pecking, he was never going to break in this way.
Ramraiding was the way to go. He flew to the local farm and hooked up a ram with a series of elastic bands. Soon he was flying over the segmented gardens, the patchwork quilt of green that clings to the desolate suburban mass. The ram clinging beyond him, his pecksy wings frantically hammering, desperately pushing air below himself to counter the load. He needed a car.
To the house where they landed the ram in the garden. He unravelled the elastic bands, trying to unwind the web that was holding them together. Who invented elastic? was it a bloke who needed tyres for a really little car, or a visionary. �I have a vision of stretchy material, bands of stretchy material.� Terry felt like congratulating this particular individual.
Then Ramraid was all prepared but then he discovered he�d really picked up a Mermaid. They both lived happily ever after* when they died. Terry was on a beak and enter charge while his Mermaid wife was put in batter and served at the chipshop. Her top half ended in the dustbin and they never did find out who invented elastic.
*until the following Tuesday