Perry Plum here, hiding in the pantry from the mad pie maker lady.

So much fruit rolling all over the kitchen here, I might just be able to get out of here in one piece, and not end up as plum pudding.

The yelling an squealing and the dog is playing with a grape. No got that wrong dog is eating the grape. Poor Glady’s I knew her well.

Now’s my chance, the Pie Lady is distracted picking up an apple and, Oh, the horror, I can’t look. Poor guy. The carnage it’s abominable.

On second thought I’ll just sit quietly and wait till she’s made enough desserts. And hope the Lord and Lady of the Palace are in the mood for ice cream.

Perry Plum here. Hoping to survive. Bye.