Buttercup Monologue

"I barely hesitated as I spurred my wary horse Buttercup down the neatly chopped marble stairs after the robber. Unfortunately Buttercup did stumble a bit on the descent causing my rather splendid hat to slip gently off my head and land at the bottom a dusty rubbish bin. This rather ruined my entrance and I felt a bit unprofessional without my hat, but I 'm sure I’ll get new a new, far more feathery one after I unmask this fiend and claim my glory.

As I entered the large grand station I was greeted with numerous shocked faces, some gasps, even a rather rude shriek and some points but I reassured the gob-smacked citizens with a wave of my hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen, don’t panic, I know there is a crook in your midst, but the situation

Some people in the crowd screamed, and I saw some take out a sort of strange rectangular shaped device and point at Buttercup and I. However, I didn 't have time to wonder what it was; bringing a thief to justice was my top priority right now.

Then I saw it. The staircase was moving. Gosh, what has technology come these days? The robber however was standing on it unfazed as it moved down to the next spotless level. I wiped a bead of sweat of my brow and patted Buttercup’s glossy flank. This was a worthy opponent.

I took a deep breath and nudged Buttercup onto the moving stairs. I 'm not going to lie, she objected at first even in front of an audience, (how distasteful) but a smart rap on the bottom jolted her onto the contraption.

I lurched forwards in the saddle and waited for what seemed like an age as the machine slowly edged downwards; the crook had now stepped of it and was walking towards a spiky hurdle that rotated when someone pushed it. It was all very strange and Buttercup and I were out of our element.

Just as we reached the bottom we were hailed by a ruddy looking man in a peculiar blue uniform clutching a fat whistle in one of his