To call friends to the pub (a call to the Queen’s Arms, maybe?), Tinycat blows the Horn of Gondrinkin. All across the borough, ears perk up and cats pause in mid-sentence to stare hopefully in its direction. Then as one they raise up their tiny hands and shout, ‘To the pub!’.
A Bloot on the Horn of Gondrinkin calls all the girls and boys to the beer garden.
