The tumbleweed tumbls all the way to Ben Nevis, and there, among the snowy slopes, it tumbles down the mountainside, gathering snow as it goes. By the time it reaches the bottom it is large and heavy enough that it has gained so much speed it goes straight up the other side, and continues in this manner, up and down, until it reaches Edinburgh, which is soon flattened by the giant ball of snow. Then from the darkness of terror emerges a figure of such heroic greatness, the Queen of England herself bows down before him.
And he looks down at her.
Gosh, Y'maj, cracking crown, wot!
The Queen is highly affronted by his rude manner, and turns and leaves without another word.
sighs, then turns and stops the snow-covered tumbleweed in its tracks.
Halt, you dog!
Oh.
Yes! Bow down before me.
Er... alright!
Good. Now shake that snow off! Now!
Okay! Okay!
Good!
Now what?
Hmm... I know! GET GOING!
ALRIGHT!!!
Good...
END OF PART 2