A lonely figure appears on the shore, spat out by a mocking ocean.

As I sat on the veranda at breakfast, I remembered that one of my friends lives in Wales and that I therefore couldn’t possibly be racist.

You may still be wondering why this critter had not run. Unfortunately, it couldn’t. It was phenomenally dead.

Long, auburn hair, massive swollen cheeks, and biceps the size of Birmingham, it was an elusive alpha male. And he was furious!