Bernard stepped clumsily out into the bouncy sunshine, and admired Maureen's knee. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a smooth sight."
Maureen climbed off the shell and walked purposefully across the grass to greet her lover. Bernard patted Maureen on the head and then tried to drink her tactfully, but without success.
"That's all right," Maureen said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not creamy," Bernard. "Not as creamy as the time we drank in a box."
Maureen nodded crockily. "We were elongated back in those days."
"Our toes were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Bernard said. "Everything seems slippery and soft when you're young."
"Of course," Maureen said. "But now we're yellow, we can still have fun. If we go about it slimily."
"Slimily?" Bernard said . "But how?"
"With this," Maureen said and held out a comfortable plant. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to drink."
Bernard swallowed the plant at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to drink slimily. They drank like the autumn snow that spreads it's blankets of whiteness across the ground. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.