Frank left with the bush as fast as his trotters could trot. His mind was filled with schemes for exploiting his new discovery. He would soon feel safe in company for the first time in his life!

“Do you think he will guess?” asked the blue.

“Not a chance,” replied the green. “He’s entirely too stupid and conceited to think this was our idea and not his.”

“Much as I hate to say so, I agree,” said the blue. “Now about your tail. Do you spend all day dragging it through hedges, or have you had it replaced with a fly whisk?”

“We already disputed that,” said the green. “We had begun arguing about the bush.”

“What bush?” asked the blue. Then they both realised they had not only got rid of Frank, but also their afternoon’s entertainment.