Then the fabric of the bed gave way under their combined weight, Fergus and Ian tumbled to the ground, and a perfect cascade of goose feathers poured out on top of them, only to be caught at once by the thick, damp air and whirled up into a delirious snowstorm that filled the street and plastered the surprised mob with clumps of sticky down.
This would be great to see on the television show, but I’m concerned about the mob mentality/narrative approval of Forbes getting tarred and feathered, even if it’s only a little tar and a whole lot of feathers.
