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Another of Angela Goff's visual dares, from her blog. It's a remarkable picture! I'm afraid I committed fanfic as a result - highly improbable fanfic, too! But it's just for fun. The story follows the picture:



Flabbergasted, Mortimer Wimsey glared at the dining room table, then at his daughter. She flinched.

“Polly! Get that damn thing off the table!”

Polly’s lips trembled, but she looked him in the eye. “Lambkin’s on strike, like the suffragettes.”

Mortimer saw his younger son, just home from Eton, squeeze his little sister’s hand. Peter seemed to be trying not to laugh. They’d be the death of him, these two. Far too clever for their own good. “Strike!” he spluttered. “Suffragettes! Why, you-“

Peter walked across the room and whispered in his father’s ear. Mortimer looked thoughtful. He rumbled, “Polly, listen to me. We know you’ve become a vegetarian. We know it’s a principled stand. But don’t you want to take Lambkin to school?” Polly nodded.

”Very well,” her father said triumphantly, “that beast shan’t go to your boarding school until you train it to stay off the furniture!”