Eency Weencey was a very debonair young fellow. He was always dressed in the grandest mohair suit with a high back black satin collar. On his feet he wore the finest hand cobbled state of the art shoes with grand silver buckles. Upon his head he wore the most elegant grey top hat with a red silk band. Over his arm he carried the most beautifully carved ebony walking cane you would see south of Waikikamoocau. It was a gloriously sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, and Eencey Weencey decided he would take a stroll around the estate and maybe visit his friends the Wigs and the Beadles. (Or was that the Beatles?). Yes, that is what he would do. Maybe even call on Harriette Hawsflie over at the Stables. It was such a long time since he had one of her family over for dinner. And so Eencey Weencey donned his mohair suit with the high back black satin collar, placed his feet in his hand cobbled state of the art shoes with the grand silver buckles, took his elegant grey top hat with the red silk band from the peg behind the door, grabbed his carved ebony walking cane, and with the high steps of a country gentleman, he began his grand tour of the estate. He wandered through the forget-me-nots, the buttercups and the daisies. Called on the Wigs at Dahlia Cottage but they all must have been having a siesta on such a lovely day for he saw no one there. Next he called on the Beadles at Manure Patch Cottage. He didn