Wilson is a bit miffed that my Eurovision tip (The Netherlands) came second, while his scientifically calculated prediction (France) came last.
However, his ruminations — and indeed his birthday — were disrupted by the unexpected arrival of a large and elderly bee dressed entirely in black. He hovered in front of Wilson and addressed him.
'Prithee, young sir, canst thou direct me to the wedding of Miss Polly-B and Miss Billi-B?'
W recovered himself and replied, 'Are you Mad Unc… Um. Oh. That's to say, are you Uncle Zortan?'
'The same, sir! The very same!' the bee replied.
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