C’MON MR PELICAN

In pony tail and dungarees slung high, he exposed the shiniest pair of Cowboy boots the world had ever damn seen. With a 90 degree stance, he leaned over the fence of St James’s Park with the crumbs of a week old Hovis and cried:

Here, here, Mr Pelican. C’mon now. Come to Mamma.

To which the Pelican said: