We're on our way, said the first.
You've got to be in it to win it, said the second.
Just think of it, said the third.

All three shuffled forward, clasped tickets flapping gently against the breeze.

Were on our way,
You've got to be in it to win it,
Just think of it.

Their feet felt lovely and warm as if in the comforting waters of a bath.

Were on our way,
You've got to be in it to win it,
Just think of it.

The queue jostled about all bunched, but they were all impatient so they settled down.

Were on our way,
You've got to be in it to win it,
Just think of it.

The ping pong clatter of what awaited them grew ever nearer, the wait would soon be over.

Were on our way,
You've got to be in it to win it,
Just think of it.

The first reached the end of the queue, he craned and strained to see what was going on, but his view was obscured.

Wohoo, I'm on my way, I've got to be in it to win it! Will you all just think of it.
If it's good I'll help you all out, just you see.

By now his feet were hot, as if a boiling river was flowing over them.

The other two said;
You're on your way,
You've got to be in it to win it,
Just think of it.

And as he stepped forward into it, his back legs were clamped, his body wrenched up and his throat slit, his eyes rolled into the back of his bovine head and he thought; I'm on my way, I was in it to win it, but he could no longer think of it.


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