A Proper Megaphone

I spotted a discarded takeaway paper coffee cup resting on the wooden slats of the bus stop bench, sporting a ribbed cardboard sleeve. Prime horn for a cheeky chap, innit! I clambered up the timber leg, dragged the cup sideways with both stubby paws, and shoved my wide snout right into the open rim. Took an almighty gulp of air into my round belly and bellowed out a proper thunderous 'Oi!' right down the cardboard funnel. Cor, stone me! It echoed out across the pavement like a foghorn, rattling the paper base like a brass drum. Sat back on my haunches, grinning ear to ear—loudest rogue on the high street, mate!