Pink, out, and proud, a spry, thirsty goat boards a boat on the Ouse. He critiques a green cat with a bow and two winks while quaffing a litre of booze. The red-chequered cow recites verse from the prow sans rhythm, or metre, or verve. Why all those boos, shriek gulls in old erse as they swerve to converse with nine tups. One keen-faced, bold sow culls her twinks in a row, then sups on some stout-flavoured chine. With wine on their jaws, oodles of blue-carapaced, quarrelsome poodles reverse in f