Alphonse the Honest, Amiable, Helpful, Thoughtful, Optimistic, Clever, Clumsy, Generous, Interesting and Patient Bull shivered in the brisk December air. Winter brought the snows and even the Stag paid a visit.
“Hullo, big Bull; cold day isn’t it?” he had said. Alphonse was surprised; Stags don’t normally stop by and he was lost for words. Instead he passed him a piece of paper from his collection.
“Tremendous?” The Stag was taken aback. “I think this may have been meant for you, my big Bully friend,” he said as he passed it back to Alphonse. Shaking his antlers, the Stag moved on.
The piercing cry of Tony the Cocky Rooster woke Alphonse the Honest, Amiable, Helpful, Thoughtful, Optimistic, Clever, Clumsy, Generous, Interesting, Patient and Tremendous Bull from his snooze. January was a cold month and he slept a lot to keep warm.
“Oh do you have to be so loud Tony?” grumbled Alphonse. Tony strutted over and wiggled his head. “I’ll do what I want, who’s gonna stop me? who? who?”
“No-one Tony, I was sleeping is all,” said Alphonse, eyes rolling in amusement.
“You’re always sleeping Alphonse, you’re just a sleepy Bull.” Tony pecked the word to a paper and left.
“Alphonse wake up! You fell over and were asleep once more!”
Alphonse the Honest, Amiable, Helpful, Thoughtful, Optimistic, Clever, Clumsy, Generous, Interesting, Patient, Tremendous and Sleepy Bull opened his eyes to a sideways image of a Sheep against white February sky.
“Wha- whars that now?” Alphonse dribbled. There was something wet in his ear which felt very strange.
“Rain Alphonse, your ears are flooded!” mimed the Sheep telling him to turn his head the right way. “Come on, let’s get to a tree; Oh bedraggled Alphonse! I thought of a perfect word to rhyme, but unfortunately we’ve run out of…”