Lucy pondered how the mother duck and the little ducklings actually coordinated to clean themselves at exactly the same time as each other. She then realised she had used the word ' pondered ' and ' duck ' in the same thought bubble and this made her chuckle out loud before her gas got the better of her....

Build a bridge, she said loudly. Benjamin thought she was speaking metaphorically, but in fact Molly fantasized about dating men who built large, important, river crossing structures. Steel made her weak at the knees.

She dreamt that the township was governed by a giant cock. The man-hen retained his almighty power with an iron claw. He was fowl.

The day smelled like freshly cut grass with just a little hint of bogan. Molly couldn't shake the disturbing feeling that the scent of bogan was permeating the very ground water beneath her feet.

I am so cold, she said loudly, confusing her erect nipples for frosty weather. She had in fact been aroused by the man riding by on his uni-cycle. Carnie folk were her thing.

Molly couldn't remember what day it was. Without her medication, it appeared to smell like a Tuesday. Tuesday smelled like roast turnips and celery soup. Not renowned as a fabulously smelling day, Molly decided to stay in bed.