Old Lady rolls on the floor laughing as the naughty little bat flaps back into the Tavern completely nude. But the newly knitted jumper is ready, and it is soon enveloped in warm woolly comfort.
Fortunately the parliament of owls has pursued the other birds and recovered all the clothes.
Now, anyone for more buttered crumpets? Real ale? Various malt whiskies?
And Old Lady has some fruit scones just coming out of the oven.
It is African Man's birthday today, so once the sun goes down he can eat some scones (it's Ramadan) and a huge portion of the Fiery Horror curry.