OUR HOTEL ROOM IS TRASHED

Wilson was so concerned about the escaped lion that we skipped our usual drink in the bar and sprinted straight up to our room, where I'd told him I had a can of Lion Repellent which I'd packed for this very eventuality.

As we entered the room, however, we beheld a scene of devastation! It looked as though it had been occupied by a Rock Band from the 60s. It had been trashed... though in quite a modest way, since on closer examination it became clear that only the bed was affected.

In the middle of the mattress lay Tiny Toy, flat on his back, snoring loudly and drooling, surrounded by the entire contents of the Mini Bar. Mostly empty.

Wilson had left him in the Mini Bar fridge to keep him cool during the heatwave, but it appeared that he'd not only escaped but drunk the fridge dry! 


TT has proven himself very resourceful in the past — he must NEVER learn about Room Service...