A Winter Wombats Tale
One time wombat shudders. It was very cold today and a kilt, cape, and long length knitted cloak just was not providing sufficient heat. Must buy some socks he thought. Then wandering around he found out the mouse shop was open. It sold some lovely high quality knitted socks which could be worn over the shoe or boot. So he entered the shop and the mouse sales assistant gave him a pair to try on. They fitted perfectly. Now he could trek across the peaks. Now he would arrive on time for the wedding of mr seal. He had promised to go after all. And he had made them a chair as a present which could be carried at ease over the hills. It was not that heavy. It only consisted of two tree trunks and an oak stump and that was far less than usual to carry that distance. My goodness what weights he had carried before over the treacherous heights. A leaf. A duster. A pin. He remembered them all to the exact centimetre. It was not to be said that a spanner in a basket weighed more or less than a cake in a suitcase. Nevertheless he made his purchase and hurried home to begin on the harness for the chair. Then once the harness was tied, it was up the mountain down the mountain then finally it he reached the destination. Oh my what a fabulous coastline. The seals were very impressed by the chair and the friends of the seal made orders for tables, hanging baskets, and clotted cream ceiling beams. He was very happy now. Quantative quantities quarter quality. And a jurisdiction of a derelict pipe in a picture of a little hamlet. Interesting the bend in a mild lane. Hahaha the toast junior is doing a flip out with an omelette maker. Hahah a scone is blooming with flowers. Xxxxx narration Z Z Z Z
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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