As I sat at the table of the bed and breakfast trying toingest the incondite tonic prepared by my host, a pilgaric with a face ofchimeric proportions, a terrible thunder whose verberations threatened to rivethe establishment   asunder diminished into the sound of scree scrabbling down the rooftop.   Curious as to the sound's emanation, Ipicked up my cup and peered out the fulinginous window while sipping theinfernal draught.   The tonicquickly erupted from my nasal cavity...

Once upon a time there were three sounds looking for work.   These sounds were Whrrr, Grr, and Skruuuunk.   They were down on their luck sounds.   All the good jobs had been taken up by other, more famous sounds such as Snap, Crackle and Pop; Do, Rei and Mi and famous twosomes such as Ding and Dong and their slightly less famous cousins Bing and Bong. The biggest problem is that no one seemed to want Whrrr, Grr and Skruuuunk around.   Every once in a while they woul...