One day in Athens in Greece it was a perfectly gorgeous hot sunny day, which was normal for this time of year. A couple of tourists haggled with a street vendor about the price of a souvenier which they thought would look very nice on granma's mantlepiece, again this was perfectly normal. Two smartly dressed business men sat at a table and ordered two greek salads and two coffees this was quite normal. Across the street a walrus was window shopping which wasn't.
On this particular day the Walrus in question was browsing a rather antiquated and dilapidated book shop and getting himself quite excited at a very tatty looking book he had just seen in the shop window. " Yes oh yes oh yes indeed there is a book i should like to purchase"
So the Walrus entered the shop and bought for quite a considerable amount of money Ye Olde World Almanac And plane spotters guide to all things aeronautical In peace and War.
The bookshop owner retired on the proceeds and was never heard of again, well not in Greece anyway. There have been some unconfirmed rumours that he opened a book shop in Glossop selling books on railways and steam trains to unsuspecting train spotters, but this is quite normal for book shop owners isn't it?
Two years later a Walrus preambulated itself as best it could down a leafy broad cotswold lane plane spotters Almanac under one arm and whistling to himself tuneful sweet nothings and thinking just what a wonderful world it really is. A magpie watched from the branches of a nearby oak tree and thought nothing.
Across the sky just above the horizon a black dot moved rapidly across the sky, the Walrus was at first slightly confused but as the shape got nearer and took on a more readily identifiable shape the Walrus reached for his plane spotters guide and confirmed the shape as a JU 87 Stuka dive bomber with two 25lb bombs strapped to the underneath of its wings.
Curiouser and curiouser thought the Walrus that is indeed most odd, what would a Stuka dive bomber be doing flying over this beautifully glorious sunny cotswold day. But what the Walrus found most disconcerting was the fact that it appeared to be lining up an attack on the Walrus's cottage which was now very close to the Walrus's approximate location and just as the Walrus was about to remark on how much the cottage had cost him two 25lb bombs dropped from the plane.
The last thought that entered the brain of the Walrus was Mmm mm i oh dear. The cottage exploded in a huge pile of bricks mortar plumbing and thatched roofing materials, and the Walrus disintegrated into bits of blubber and discarded moustache.
Many many years later a passing litarist called Will Spakeshear was ambling down a broad leafy Cotswold lane hoping no doubt to pay a surprise visit on his friend and literary companion the Walrus and was shocked to find nought but a heap of rubble where the cottage should have been. But was even more shocked to find that poking out of a pile dirt was what appeared to be the skull of a Walrus.
Picking up the skull and holding to to the fading sun light he was heard to say "Alas poor Walrus I knew him well" A small piece of gold glittered a shirt button possibly. A magpie swooped and whisked away the button. What was that uttered Will to himself but loud enough for a passing muscian called Rossini to reply "Oh just a thieving Magpie
An hour after take off from a Athens a young familly of holiday makers who were returning home after a two week holiday drank a glass of wine and toasted their holiday as being one of the best they had ever been on: But this was perfectly normal, wasn't it.