A TEACHER IS ADDRESSING A CLASS OF YOUNGISH CHILDREN
TEACHER:
Well children this is a very sad day. Hammy, our hamster, has died over the weekend and we must decide what to do with him.
ADAM:
We could maybe put him in a shoe box and bury him miss.
TEACHER:
Well that's a good idea Adam. Does anybody have any other suggestions?
LOTTE:
We could build a little fire, put him in the shoebox and cremate him miss.
TEACHER:
Another good idea Lotte. Any more suggestions?
MAX:
What about hiring a glass-sided coach pulled by six jet black horses in full black livery complete with black plumes, an oak coffin and floral tributes, one saying 'HAMMY' and another made to look like a little hamster's wheel.
TEACHER:
For goodness sake Max, he's only a pet hamster not an East End gangland villain. Don't you think that's all a little over the top?
MAX TAKES OUT A MOBILE PHONE AND MAKES A CALL
MAX:
Dad it's me. Have they left with the coach and horses yet? If not just send the hearse and a daffodil. Bloody cheapskates, I knew you should have sent me private.
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