"The time has come," the walrus said, "to talk of many things."
"Oh, my god!" exclaimed Joey, "A talking walrus!"
"Dude," said the squirrel, "you're a talking kangaroo."
"Yes," exclaimed Joey, "but I thought we'd speak different languages!"
"We all speak the same language," explained the ant, "because..."
... "when we were new-borns, our mothers all died, except for Mrs. Walrus. She took us into her home and looked after us, so, of course, we all learned her language. Do you think that will be a problem?"
"It may be a problem in the jungles of Saskatchewan where the local sasquatches talk only gibberish (the local language). On the other hand we could try the following..."
"We could never go to Saskatchewan."
"Yes!" exclaimed Joey, "Brilliant! Now all that's left is to live
happily ever after."
And so they did, but not until Mrs. Walrus got out of the hospital.
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