We’re at the bob track again today for the luge. Only we’ve got a slight problem. No one remembered to buy a luge. Winston says he’ll sort it out.
Wot? No luge!
Jus’ gimme a tick.
Ah! Winston’s popped down to the charity shop and bought a tin tea tray. That’ll do nicely for a luge.
Dim first, whizzing down the track!
Ready steady…
Go!
Winston next, his snozzle waving in the slip stream!
I can’t see a thing!
Wheeeee!
Last to go, Microvaark. The only competitor with room to spare on the tray, I mean, luge.
Room for one more?
Whoosh!
And the results: Gold to Winston, Silver to Dim and Bronze to Microvaark. Well done!
