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BATANORY! [Our
reporter Eric has had some spare time this month, so has come up with this
story - utilising the names of our club members!] Arthur was driving Back
Orme
from work in his Brown
Austin
after a Gooday at the office. He
was about to Turner
corner when he saw a horse and a hen waiting to cross the busy road.
Arthur wasn't sure if the horse would try to cross, but he knew
that the Henwood.
"Did you know that there is a zebra crossing further down the
road?" Arthur called out
and the horse replied, looking as sick as a Barrett:
"I hope he's having better luck than we are!" Good Evans! thought
Arthur, a talking horse - how remarkable! Arthur
drove on smiling to himself and reflected on life's Upson downs and began to Revell
in the thought of having a nice cool Lager
upon returning home. He
stopped at the supermarket in the High Street, where he bought a bottle of Robinson's barley water, a
newsPiper , a Bone
for the dog and a nice cornish pasty from the Pyman at the bakery counter.
After a quick visit to the Laverty,
he left the supermarket. As
he walked back to his car, he admired his Elloy
wheels sparkling in the evening sunshine.
Arthur loved his car and was considering taking it abroad for his
holiday. As Francis not too far away - just a Stone's throw across the
channel, he thought that would be alTwite. He could catch the earLee
ferry from Dover and take a look at the Clift's whilst he was
waiting. If his mate Davis
available, he could come too. Arthur
was almost Vansertima that Dave would
like to come. He decided to
browse the travel Webbsite for any special offers that evening. On
his way home, Arthur had to stop at the Qureshi
at a nearby church to collect his young daughter.
She was always so pleased to see him and he would watch her Skippings down the path
towards him. He bent down and
gave her a Purkiss
on the forehead. She would be
very tired after playing all day in the sandPitts
and would probably fall asleep before they got home.
What a little Napper
she was! Sure enough, within
minutes, there she was, Hudgelled up in the back of the car with her thumb in her Muth
- fast asleep. Ahhh! As
they continued their journey, Arthur recalled how his little girl loved
bed-time stories about the desert and Arabian princesses.
She would dream of being able to ride across it just like Lawrence of Arabia. Arthur
had taken her to the zoo once, where she saw some camels.
He had asked the zookeeper, an Asian gentleman wearing a Turbin, how you
were supposed to climb aboard one. "You
have to get the camel to Crouchman"
said the keeper. "Then
as he Neills
down, you jump on" Arthur
was intrigued but satisfied with his answer. He
was finally nearing home when suddenly Arthur heard the Skeoch
of tyres and looked across the road to see a fire engine had
stopped outside an old disused warehouse which was ablaze.
There were already some firemen tackling the fire and were trying
to Dowsett
with their hoses. They had to
be careful where they Trodd
as there was quite a bit of debris around. Arthur Smithed
the air through his open car window, it was full of thick smoke.
He heard someone shout "Where's
John?" followed by the
reply "Don't worry, Johnston top of the ladder
trying to put the roof out" Arthur eventually
made it home and - yes, lived happily ever after! The End [Do tell Eric what you think .... before he writes another one!] |