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Thanks to Brad the Gorilla for advancing the story of "Dave" - I have adapted the continuation slightly. The story is still not complete. Please - in Visitors Comments - I invite anybody to either write the next phase of the story or to give me an outline plan. To be continued....
Dave, newly free, wandered around in the moonlit garden, feeling gradually lost and not a little lonesome. All of a sudden he stumbled over the hob-nailed boot of the great and fearsome Hitman B, a strange hairy, metamorphosised version of the famous blogger, Hitman J.
"Watch it!" Hitman B snarled, and then his eyes lit up. "A little Yorkshire Pud! I'm gonna eat ya, little fellow."
"No, no," Dave the Pudding said. "I don't want to be eaten. I want to go to America and see all the casinos. I crave the bright lights and the warmth of a Las Vegas sunset."
"Stick with me, kiddo," Hitman B said. "I'll put you up with a nice dame who will treat you right and you'll run one of my little casinos until you prove your worth."
"This dame," Dave the Pudding said, "She doesn't..." he gulped, "She doesn't have a convection oven, does she?"
"No," Hitman B said and then chortled, "But she does have an Aga range."
"Noooooooo!" Dave the Pudding cried, and he began to run.
As he ran, he sweated gravy, and Hitman B in hot pursuit was momentarily deterred. Like a hungry beast or mental defective, he started to lick those delicious puddles of beef gravy from the damp ground. Feeling a little like Pinnochio, Dave got clean away from the evil gorilla who reminded him so much of those wicked robbers that the wooden boy met on his journey. Once again, Dave stood in a pool of silvery moonlight wondering what lay ahead of him.