Once upon a time there was a little boy called Roger. And Roger loved to talk.
From the moment he got up, until the moment he went to sleep he was talking. Blah, blah, blah. Prattle, prattle, prattle.
The thing was though that Roger didn't have enough to say.
But because he loved to talk, he would ask his mummy questions that he already knew the answer to like 'What time is it mummy? Or he would tell her things that she already knew: 'I've got a super watch mummy'.
And all day long it went on: prattle, prattle, prattle, blah, blah, blah.
If he's just piped down and looked at a book or played a game he would have had new things to talk about.
But he didn't see that, so he just carried on: prattle, prattle, prattle, blah, blah, blah.
Now Roger's mummy loved him, so she didn't want to say 'Pipe down Roger; you're just prattling', in case it hurt his feelings.
So she learned to close her ears and let all the prattle, prattle, prattle, blah, blah, blah wash over her.
Now one day Roger and his mummy went to Lidl.
When they got out of the car, Roger's mummy was finding the pound coin and the shopping bags, so she didn't notice a hungry wolf in the car park.
Roger noticed the hungry wolf and he said 'Mummy, there's a hungry wolf over there'. But mummy just heard blah, blah, blah, prattle, prattle, prattle, cos that's what Roger mostly said.
Then the wolf began to run towards Roger, growling and slavering and Roger cried out 'Mummy, there's a hungry wolf growling and slavering and running towards us'. But mummy just heard blah, blah, blah, prattle, prattle, prattle, cos that's what Roger mostly said.
And then the wolf grabbed Roger in his slobbery jaws and swallowed him up. And while he was being swallowed Roger shouted 'Mummy, I'm being swallowed by a slobbery, hungry wolf'. But mummy just heard blah, blah, blah, prattle, prattle, prattle, cos that's what Roger mostly said.
And now Roger is no more. He's been eaten up and swallowed by a hungry wolf.
(Actually, now, he's wolf poo)
And Roger's mummy wishes that she's said to him 'Pipe down Roger, you're just prattling'
And Roger doesn't wish anything because he's gone. Swallowed by a hungry wolf.
But if he could wish things, he would wish that he hadn't always been saying blah, blah, blah, prattle, prattle, prattle.