It took several minutes for the smoke to clear, and when it did, the sight had those in the room with a view silent for some time.
Toothbrushes littered the landscape, some embedded in the mud, others suspended from trees and hedges like fairy lights. The sniffers lay in a collapsed pile, their trunks as motionless as snakes with full bellies, while the remaining two platforms continued to circle as the women shouted uselessly like football fans.
Alice tried to intervene, filming while dodging like a cartoon bullet, until those from the room with the view, feeling a little seasick, ordered a “stationary filming.”
Finally, Verruca took one down with her lasso.
The platform put up a fight, bucking like a bull at a rodeo, until the women, joining forces, held on to the rope to bring the “
