Of course, being a keen follower of world events and a junior ornithologist (two ravens and bar), she realised that the noise was merely a barn owl and that the moon, whilst displaced from its old orbit, still circled the Earth (albeit in much closer proximity) and that according to Carl Sagan the residual dust occasioned by the Lunic War would take mere days to disperse into interplanetary space courtesy of the stellar wind.

As Jack stood up Little Red Riding Hood saw the lipstick mark on his collar. Was he seeing Cinderella again after all his promises? She grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the path.

On the path they found Cinderella revealing her backside to them. Jack threw his arms up in suprise and even though the cup of tea had spilt over his lap, Jack smiled when the saucer landed on the moon.

Well that was easier than expected.

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... like the game of Mornington Crescent in its purest form, the enjoyment of this particular variant is participatory, anticipatory, circulatory, narratory and any other -atory you may care to throw on the pile.
A race to the finishing line, it most certainly is not!
Patience gentlemen please :-)
[and a little wry subtlety wouldn't go amiss]

I think I'll just observe this one, I'm no good at telling stories. Not to people that aren't the police, anyway.