A little Hansel and Gretel cottage in the Indian Ocean, which occasionally if the tide is right, you can wade out to, but mostly only accessible by das boot. We squeezed on with a few hundred weight of other excited personages to arrive at the quaintest eating house ever in the world. We're already fattened up though so no need for them to have to bother with all that malarky with the bread crumbs and the gingerbread - and anyway we'd find our way to food with a peg on our nose, our back legs bound together and a blindfold on.
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