Mrs Vickers Knickers

Mrs Vickers is just pegging out her favourite knickers when – whoosh – they are caught in a gust of wind and fly away. That’s the end of them, thinks Mrs Vickers. But she is wrong. This is just the beginning …Mrs Vickers’ Knickers are whisked and whirled on the breeze; on and on they sail, over the building site, through the town (where they cause traffic chaos) and round and round the rollercoast...