Tools at Twilight

'Apparently everyone's very worried.'

'Well they would be, Piglet.'

'Although it now transpires that there's no need.'

'No?'

'Their Prime Miniscule says so.'

'I'm glad to hear it.'

'Everything is in place for a robust response.'

'Excellent.'

'And their Health Secretary said just the same.  Apparently they've both had a chat

with a cobra who's in the know.  So that's all right.'

'How comforting.'

'Any time now the Health Secretary will be unveiling sweeping measures.'

'Specific lengths of hospital broom, is that?'

'No, for wholescale prevention.  He said all tools and strategies were in play.'

'My goodness.'

'Said he himself personally would not be taking his tool off the table.'

'I'll be blowed.'

'As will he if he persists--'

'Well, you know, Piglet, different folks,  different tactics.'

'I suppose so.'

'Some wear a mask, some wash their hands a lot--'

'Some get into a little tool-tabling at twilight.'

'Exactly so.'

'Rather like the Three Witches, really.  Ear of newt, tool of toad and all that.'

'D'you know, I've been trying to remember their names.'

'Athos, Portnoy and Aramerystwyth.'

'That's it.'

'Oh, they'll survive--especially with that stirring motto of theirs.'

'Dib dib dib and shut yer face.'

'That's the one.'