Slug Dub - The Orb

Thomas: Ahh!

Slugs again!

Narrator: Yes, there were the slugs: babies, mothers and grandmothers,

besides enormous fat great-grandmother slugs, all eating away

at the juicy green leaves.

Maria: Oh Thomas, we must set some traps, some slug traps, and catch

them all.

Narrator: Did those slugs walk into the traps?

No. Not one.

They

just laughed their slimy laughs …

Slugs: Hur hur, hur hur, hur hur, hur hur!

Narrator: … and went on eating the juicy lettuces.

Maria: Oh dearie me, what shall we do?

There’ll be no lettuce left

when little Tim comes home.

Thomas: I know, I’ve got a good idea.

I’ll shoot those varmints!

Maria: Thomas!

Thomas: I will!

I’ll shoot 'em.

Narrator: Thomas crept very carefully up to the lettuce and fired his

little gun.

Thomas:

Narrator: But did the slugs mind?

Slugs: Hur hur!

Narrator: No, not they.

They laughed more than ever in their slimy way …

Slugs: Hur hur, hur hur, hur hur hur!

Narrator: … and they ate up all the peas, and then they turned about

and went on eating the lettuces.

Maria: Thomas, how are you getting on?

We shan’t have any lettuce

left when Tim comes home!

Narrator: They hopped sadly down the long passage into the kitchen of their house.

And then Maria had an idea …

Narrator: The greedy slugs raised their heads to listen.

They waved

their fat bodies joyously and laughed their slimy laugh.

Slugs: Hur hur hur hur!

Here is sweet music at our feast.

Here is sweet music while we eat.

Narrator: And then they laughed again happily in their slimy way …

Slugs: Hur hur hur hur hur hur hur hur!

Narrator: … and went on eating lettuce leaves.

Slugs: Hur hur hur!

Maria: There won’t be even a nibble of lettuce when our

little Tim comes home.

Narrator: Suddenly a voice called out, and up rushed Tim, hopping and

skipping and turning somersaults as he came towards his

father and mother.

Tim: Hello, hello!

I’ve brought a friend to see you.

Ooh — but what’s

the matter?

Maria:

Thomas: The slugs are eating all the lettuce, Tim.

Tim: Oh, is that all?

My friend Thrush has just been wondering if you’d have

meat

for supper, and I said we only had lettuces, didn’t I Thrush?

Mr Thrush: Yes, Tim.

I think I can help you.

If you’d allow me, sir.

Just watch me.

Narrator: He gobbled up the slugs faster than you could count — baby

slugs, mother slugs, grandmother and great-grandmother slugs

— before they had time to take to their slimy heels.

Maria

and Thomas stood and watched in wonder at his huge appetite.

Thomas: Ho ho ho ho ho!

Come and have supper with us whenever you

like, Mr Thrush!

Tim: You’ll always be welcome, Mr Thrush.

Thomas: Yes indeed!

Mr Thrush: