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"Look, Ein!" Ed rolls up to Wellington. "It's an Ewok!" Yes, she's seen Star Wars. Many, many times.

While Ed seems to have avoided a Mardi Gras transformation, Ein has not. He has a sparkly bow tie collar. Although it's quite possible that Ed put the collar on him herself.

"What's an ewok?" Wellington asks, alarmed.

"Mwuh? You are!" says Ed. Wellington's confusion is confusing her!

"I'm not an ewok, I'm a Womble. I got changed!" Wellington says.

Ed blinks. "You are Wellington Womble?" she pokes him experimentally.

"Baroo?" says Ein.

"Yes." Wellingon says, flinching.

He picks his glasses off the floor, where they dropped off his long nose, and puts them on so he can see Ed clearly.

"Hullo Ed."

"Oh!" Ed says. "You are an Ewok for Mardi Gras! So you are only a pretend Ewok!" Ed sounds a little disappointed. She wanted to meet a real Ewok.

"I-I don't understand." Wellington says. "Please explain."

"It's Mardi Gras!" Ed says. "Fat Tuesday! It's a party day! The Bar likes to put people in costume!"

"Arf!" says Ein, showing off his sparkly bowtie.

"Oh dear, I don't like it very much." Wellington says. "What's an ewok?"

"They are from Star Wars!" Ed answers enthusiastically. "They live in the big forest on the moon of Endor and they are like teddy bears, but with spears and stuff! Wellington Womble has never seen Star Wars?"

Wellington shakes his head.

"We don't have a television. Well, we have one, but it doesn't get signal so we take it in turns to sit in it and pretend to be the program."

"That sounds fun!" Ed says. "Ed could have her own show! She could make puppets!"

Uh-oh, Wellington, you're giving her ideas.

"That sounds fun. All you need is a box really."

"Box, fox, wooly socks! Lights shine bright in the old town tonight!" Ed chants. "Ed can get a box from the Bar and then she and Wellington Womble can put on a show!"

"Arf!"

"Ein too!" Ed adds.

"Yes you can try it with a fox, you can try it in a box." Wellington says.

"And I will eat them in a house,"
And I will eat them with a mouse,
And I will eat them here and there,
Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!"

"Yaaaaaay!" says Ed. "We can do a show about Green Eggs and Ham! Wellington Womble can be Sam I Am!"

"All right, but I think I'm a bit hairy. Perhaps I could be the fox?"

"The fox does not talk," Ed points out. "And both of the people in the book are fuzzy Seuss-things!"

"I could mime." Wellington offers.

"Oooh! Mime! It's even better! Then we would not have to have a box - we could pretend to be in a box!"

Wellington mimes being in a box.

How the long winter evenings fly for the Wombles!

"Wellington Womble's box is too small for Ed to fit in too," Ed says, hurt.

Wellington had better mime a bigger box!

Wellington steps out of the box, to invite Ed in.

"Sorry, I'm not very tall."

Ed gets in and mimes pushing the sides and top of the box outwards. "Okay!" Ed says. "Now the box is big enough for Ed, Wellington Womble, and Ein!"