Time for another great Gransnet story!

fearing his impending demise. But, what is this? The howling scourge isn't after him, but rather as heard the corner shop is throwing pasties to all takers.

all of them desperate for his sausage, he turned and ran......

Howling wolves. Turns around he saw the pack running towards him, tongues hanging out ....

But as he bit into the biggest sausage he had ever seen he heard the distant sound of

It’s the little cafe round the corner, sadly no longer able to go in and enjoy a full English, but whoopee... they are serving takeaways through a little food hatch.

Smell a Saturday morning fry up going on somewhere so I'll follow my nose and seè if someone can spare a sausage

But it is ok because I have not showered for a week or two so I will just have a sniff under my arm pit.......Ooooh that's revived me! Now I can..........

...have to be revived with smelling salts, but I’ve heard they are no longer being manufactured, the SS factory has been converted to hand sanitiser only.

told her of my passion. She hardly knows I exist, she loves only those b****y St Bernards. When I see her I swoon and....

veiled woman and her St Bernards. "I have loved her for so many years, but I have never

....The years have not been kind to me, he sobbed, tears running down his straggling beard, it's not my fault - it's that crazy...

Haha what a great lot you are. That’s the spirit. Knew our generation could cut it.

Got to bookmark here and say “Who was that Shakespeare anyway?”
Carry on Gransnetters.

I was the star in a children’s story many years ago, the details escape me, but something about tails and legs.
But now I am no longer young and beautiful. The years have not been kind....,

But was it enchanted or was it disenchanted...

.... I turn into Elsa and am magicked into Arendelle with Olaf & Sven and disappear into the Enchanted Forest

And I can’t let it go.....”Let it go? “ Cried our hero incredulously “I must escape this frozen river before......

I must he cried - for I am not Michael, I am Michaela, and I am a mermaid...

Aghast his partner cried Michael stop you don’t have to be in the river to Riverdance!

Much against his will our hero (whoever he is) found his legs beginning to kick and stamp along with the other dancers. "Stop" he cried but Michael and the others simply danced faster

Their leader was Michael Flatley, who flatly refused to Morris Dance, and instead launched into a spirited version of Riverdance.

During his sleep, foxes had built dens all around him and had invited the largest group of Morris dancers ever assembled to perform.

At that momoent he awoke, realising that, like Bobby Ewing, it had all been a ghastly dream..but the reality was so much worse because....

the size of my horn before they started scraping bits off it. Because everyon knows that unicorn horn s the only certain cure for

(calgirl ?) The case also contained 34 tins of baked beans, 16 lettuces, 103 litres of milk. But that's nothing said the unicorn, you should have seen.....