Whenever Sweezus was faced with a moral dilemma, he asked himself what Farky would do.
What would Farky do, provided he wasn't having knee reconstructions? That was easy. Farky would run.
And then Sweezus would ask himself what Frog would do, assuming he hadn't been tragically squashed. That was easy too. Frog would stand his ground.
Sweezus had just decided to take the Farky option when Belle et Bonne saw him and waved.
Come over here, Sweezie! she cried.
He was obliged to join her in the bakery queue.
Hey! she said. Nice shorts!
I borrowed them, said Sweezus. Where are mine?
Oh, Victor's got them, said Belle et Bonne. He's looking after your bike as well.
Seized it, more like, said Sweezus glumly. I suppose I'm under arrest,
No I don't think so, said Belle et Bonne. Gaius will have sorted it out. Don't worry. We're all going to have something to eat. This bakery's meant to be amazing!
Hello young Sweezus, said The VeloDrone, turning around. Nice shorts! And how were the whales?
Whoa! said Sweezus. Talk about WISE!
That's hard to believe! said Le Bon David.
No, really, said Sweezus. They were baleen whales. They don't beach themselves, because they don't have any teeth.
Lucky them, said Le Bon David. Nice shorts! Where did you get them?
Borrowed them, said Sweezus. Where's Victor? And Gaius?
Oh, somewhere around, said Belle et Bonne vaguely.
The Camus family sauntered over.
Hello! said Camus. We've come to try the famous bakery. What a queue!
Uncle Sweezus! cried the twins. Let's play penguins!
Hello Sweezus. Nice shorts! said Francine.
Sweezus sighed.
Monday, October 17, 2011
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