By the time that Percival had got up and, dusted off the mud from his clothes he saw that the sun was setting. Looking at his watch, he realised that it would soon be time to meet Jenny. A look at his clothes pushed him down to the depths of despair.He had planned this evening for so long. He had played back every scene in his mind at least a thousand times.

About how he would make a grand entrance into her hall wearing the newest top hat available in the market, his favourite monocle and, a lovely bow-tie to top it up. He had imagined and, dreamed about how he would make a dignified and, graceful entrance, respectively go down on his front feet and, gently propose to her. Those dreams were now dust. They would never come to life and, would fade away in some deep recess of his brain.

But, there was no time to lose and, he hurried off to her door, wondering how he would explain his dirty and torn attire to her. He reached her door and, suddenly had a great thought. He would make up a story about how he had saved Porky's shop from a desparate band of robbers. He embelished the story in his brain with lots of lovely details, all calculated to show himself in a different light.

Fate, however, was cruel. Even these dreams were doomed to death as Percival saw, on his entering Jenny's hall, his rivals seated cosily by and, close to Jenny.

As soon as they saw him they whooped with laughter and blurted out the afternoon scene to Jenny. At that point, something stirred in Percival. Something deep; something that would change him forever. He trotted briskly up to Jenny and, taking her little trotter in his said. 'Come on.....'