lullaby

Trotter is still feeling fractious after yesterdays ill conceived trip to the baths.

He is grumpy and sulky and generally morose. He has refused to bark at Giggsey Girl, the stupid slug face, he will not run round the table in a happy and aimless fashion, worst of all, he just watched Fat Boy Faggot sidle past him with no interest of chasing him up the stairs.

Fing decides that drastic action must be taken, and forces a spikey, scratchy, Trotter to lie on the sofa. He sings,

'Rock a Bye Trotter, On the Tree Top,

When the bough wind blows the cradle will rock,

When the

'Why am I up a tree?' asks Trotter.

'What?'

'Why am I up a tree?'

'You're not up a tree, its a lullaby'

'Whats a lullaby'

'look, just shut up and go to sleep'

'THIS ISN'T HELPING!!!'

Shouts Trotter and in a fit of pique destroys a cushion and a jacket left incautiously on the back of the sofa, they storms around the house barking like a thing possessed.

'Thanks for that old Chum', he says to Fing, before chasing Fat Boy up the stairs and making a thorough nuisance of himself in the bathroom.