Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus everybody! Yesterday was St David’s Day, so we celebrated in our garden. We had daffodils, and a leek!
It’s a very fine leek, very nicely proportioned. Winston was eyeing it up to make soup out of, but I told him to wait. I had plans.
Esther, Microvaark and Hypnovaark love the daffodils. Although Microvaark says he feels slightly intimidated by their tallness.
I asked everyone to gather round, as I wanted to perform a poem I had written. It’s called An Ode to a Leek. *ahem*
Like onion, but not quite.
The top of it is always green,
But the bottom bit is white.”
I was just about to start on verse two, when I sensed I had lost the audience’s attention a little. It seemed that something was up.
God lord! A dragon! It must have been passing and smelt the leek! No wonder everyone was distracted.
We invited it to join us for a cup of tea, and it said it would be delighted, and in return it would tell us Welsh legends. What a lucky chance!
Mind you, Arnold thought he better be prepared, just in case the dragon got overexcited about the stories and started breathing fire. A belated Happy St David’s Day everyone!