Henri Rousseau The Flamingos

Henri Rousseau The FlamingosHenri Rousseau The Equatorial JungleHenri Rousseau The Boat in the Storm
sleep with the window open all night that I object to,’ she said vaguely. ‘I wish they’d stop that music! I ‘m getting a headache.’ There was another whoomph. Arthur reappeared upside down and landed on his head.
‘It’s the drop, you see,’ said Doreen. ‘It’s like a run-up, sort of thing. If he doesn’t get at least a onestorey something,’ said Doreen. ‘Vaiting, I mean.’
‘It’s scary, ‘ said Ludmilla.
‘Nothing wrong with scary,’ said Doreen.’We’re scary.’
‘Mr Poons wants to go inside the heap,’ said Ludmilla.
‘Good idea. Get them to turn that damn music off,’ said Arthur.
‘But you could get killed!’ said Ludmilla.
start he can’t get up a proper airspeed.’ ‘I can’t get a proper airspeed,’ said Arthur, struggling to his feet.‘Excuse me, ‘ said Windle, ‘The music doesn’t affect you?’ ‘It puts my teeth on edge is what it does,’ said Arthur.’Which is not a good thing for a vampire, I prob’ly don’t have to tell you.’ ‘Mr Poons thinks it does something to people, ‘ said Ludmilla.‘Sets everyone’s teeth on edge?’ said Arthur.Windle looked at the crowd. No-one was taking any notice of the Fresh Starters.‘They look as though they’re waiting for