Happy Birthday! I shan’t sing, as that would probably burst your eardrums. And I shan’t throw cakes. It’s a waste of good frosting, you know? I hope you have an enjoyable day and a joyful year.
“He got up and started down the hall in pursuit—or that was what he meant to do. Unfortunately, he happened to tread on his own tin hat, and so went into his second one-point landing.
'Nasty, slippery things, tin 'ats,' Sam said.” -- Eric Knight,