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Ginger is 15 feet up in the air on top of the custard gusher. The rest of the herbs, are covered in the lovely yellow stuff. Only one thing to do. Get licking! shouts Bessy.
Such licking sounds! Such happy sighs! But Ginger's still up on the custard! Bertie! shouts Bessy, roll!
Bertie takes a roll-up and rolls right onto the custard gusher. Plop! The custard stops and Ginger drops right on Bertie. Ooooff! Poor Bertie!
Ginger giggles. I'm stuck in the hole! shouts Bertie. Custardy bottom! Everyone giggles. Poor Bertie!
Plan! says Soothing Sal. Everyone roll that big apple at Bertie! Ready? Go! Oo-er! says Bertie.
Boof! The apple crashes into Bertie. Bertie pops out #Yaroo!, the apple pops in. Resul
Ha! The apple's allowing just enough custard out for #LittleHerbs daily scoffing. Perfect, no?!
Well, almost perfect: now Tommy wants pastry. Ginger rolls her eyes and flings herself to the ground, big word, dramatically.
Babby Balm, who's nice but doesn't take life as seriously as bossy sister Bessy, giggles. Bessy says Harrumph! Bobby Oil, who's nice but very smooth, chuckles, smoothly.
The Little Herbs sit in the sun listening to the river gently flowing by and taking the occasional, another big word, desultory, lick. The sound of Bertie rolling gets fainter and fainter. No crash yet. The sun shines, the hens cluck, the pigs snore. Custard makes you sleepy. Time for Sal's song. Bye!
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