You get a BIG STICKY MESS. And the more Morris mopped the bigger and stickier the mess got.
“That’s not just a mess,” said Beryl, “That’s a pastry!” And by now the pastry was getting harder – and harder!
“Help! I’m stuck!” wailed Morris as indeed he was.
Freddie the fly came along and landed next to him. “That’s a jolly fine mess you’ve got yourself into,” he laughed, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
‘There sure is,” said Morris miserably. “Please get me out of here.”
“No sooner said than done,” smiled Freddie and whistling an ear-piercing whistle he called to his fly-friends who were hovering all over the ceiling.
They laughed when they saw Morris’ predicament.
“Do you fancy a bit of Morris en Croute?” asked Freddie and his friends didn’t need asking twice as they nose-dived into the pastry.