One day the penis meets the breasts.
P: How do do, you jolly two?
Bs: Oh, we are leading a wonderful life. In the morning we get fine ablutions with luke warm water, then we are packed in soft baskets, cradled an dandle around all day, and in the evening when we are unpacked we are fondled and get kisses galore. It is really a wonderful life. And you, dear P.?
P: It is a lousy life full of stress and pressure. In the morning I get some ice cold ablutions, then I am twisted into tight trousers, pressed all the day, and when I am finally relieved in the evening, they dress me in a narrow mackintosh, with a hood over my eyes so I cannot see anything, and then they bang my poor head against a wall until I must vomit.