You know Richard, our canary? Nothing's says George Formby y Only the other day I rigged him up a bell in his cage, so that he can ring for anything he wants, like. He only has to grip the bell rope in his beak and pull it, and that brings Beryl or me to see what he wants, Well, last night about midnight I was waken up by the sound of Richard's bell from downstairs. It was ringing frantically.
"Go down and see what's the matter," said Beryl, sleepily; "he's probably cold and wants another blanket." So down I go to t'kitchen and there's Richard hopping about his perch like mad. Then I see what's the matter.
The whippet was walking in his sleep.
Aye, our Lancelot—walking in his sleep! He was just coming out of t'pantry with t'Sunday joint in his mouth. I could tell he was asleep. because he just ignored me and walked straight to his basket with a glassy look in his eye and the joint in his mouth.
Well, Ive always been told that it's proper dangerous to wake people up when they're sleepwalking, so I tucked him up in his basket and went back to bed.
l think Lancelot must be able to eat in his sleep as well as walk in it, because in t'morning all that was left of our Sunday joint was the bone. Still Lancelot looked rested, so it was all right.
Well I must be off now. Beryl wants me to open a tin of sardines for lunch, to take the place of that joint. 7
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