There Go the Sundersons

There go the Sundersons, someone said with a laugh It was Norris, the notoriously crotchety old man giraffe The triplets, riding their bike, a sight to see said a frog. The ostrich twins were irritated now, chased by a dog. They are so identical, I wonder if they share a brain said one. I was not amused, being a twin, this bullying is not fun. Maybe you share a brain with their triple bike, I said. The Sundersons rode by, and one yelled out “Hi Ned!” So Ned was his name, and now being an enemy was his game. He glared at me hard, and I did exactly the same. The Sundersons are hard to tell apart, said Norris, you have to admit. I did not like hearing this either; I did not like it one bit.