The magic bag was lost on a train to Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.
Discovered a year later in Morocco on the back of a tourist camel and being used as a feed bag.
The magic chokes had hatched, and there were now a brood of chokelets.
Squawking away like parrots on a clown's bicycle they could be heard from one end of the souk to the other.
Repatriated by the Home Office and having their non-existent passports revoked they arrived at Dunford Bridge.
Here they were wired into the national grid and spent the rest of their days being tapped for the infinite power source deep within their stalks.
Not really the end we all wanted, particularly Steamin' Joe.
They are just below this image, concealed within the Woodhead Tunnel.
Amnesty are involved and it is possible to send them postcards of support.
Will this do Ed?
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