The lemmings were doing what to Renuță!?
Smelling money, Esmerelda paused at the clip clopping of well trained hooves as a beautiful fairytale carriage pulled by four gorgeous, but haughty looking, white horses with plumes on their heads and silver bells on their bridles emerged from the bend and drew to a halt beside the friends.
The coachman, elegant in silken morning dress and a powered wig, announced in a deep and authoritative voice; "All hail her Royal Highness, Princess Prunzeal, descendent of Eleanor of Aquitaine, heir to the throne of Padania, delicate and beautiful edelweiss of the Alps."
Rancid glowered with professional jealousy at the perfect presentation and delivery of his counterpart as the coachman produced a polished trumpet and blew a fanfare to accompany the footman opening the carriage's gilded door.
'Watcha!" said the shaven headed teenage girl, oozing confidence and vitality, who hopped out of the carriage, her black leather jacket and steel toecap Doc Martens complementing the oil stained jeans and grubby white t-shirt.
Tex's eye started to twitch as he realised the presence of the princess would further delay the fortune telling promised six weeks previously.
The French lemmings continued behaving, as French lemmings apparently do, with the absence of shame or decorum.