“Wine you say? I’ve heard of Ribena before, but this is so sweet, so rich! Why have we, Puffs from planet Plansicatiscmea never heard of this before?”
I looked at the Puff before me, I should have felt alarmed by an extraterrestrial arriving, out of the blue, in my back yard. But the one eyed orange creature before me didn’t look threatening at all, rather like an enlarged stuffed toy that my daughter loves collecting. However, to play safe, I thought I’d offer it some local wine and if the Puff didn’t like it, I’d at least try and get it so tipsy, that it would pass out by tea time, leaving me free to call for help.