Tuesday, 17 December 2013

When The Chips Are Down



We were relaxing in the twilight proximate to the market place in ye fine olde city of Norwiche, when we witnessed something most beastly. Thadeus Basil-Snapper (the third!) and I had been enjoying watching a tiny little chip man who had escaped from the chip stalls on Norwich Market, walking in a most charmingly uncoordinated manner, when suddenly a chip fork was thrust into the poor potato-based fella's little head. We gasped as he sank to the ground and lay quite still. Mr. Basil-Snapper (the third!) began to sob whilst I froze on the spot. The queer thing is that we have no clue as to who the perpetrator was. It has left us in quite a blue funk I can tell you!

~ Munro Tweeder-Harris Esq. ~

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