I called the Minions down for their daily breakfast – they like to wait impatiently by the wrong gate and I have no idea why, but they do, so I shout and they arrive.
And they all find their buckets, beautifully laid out and filled by me, thank you very much.
And do they stand in a nice neat line?
Yes, they do. All except Newt.
He has to be different. There is always one and it is always Newt. Helpful, he is not.
And Fivla, who has to be special (because if she ate with the others, they would steal her bucket) – she holds the title of The World’s Slowest Eater!
I will just leave this here….