Thursday, 8 January 2009

Marble Archway was sick of print.

"I almost went off to the mill and forgot my lunch", said Chit as he
turned heel and swept back in the door.
"Can I come to the mill with you ?" eagered Marble with his hand
raised, proper as always.
Marion smiled a doting smile at her handsome boyfriend.
"Oh Chitty Fulcrom, you really are a 'forgetty betty' today, aren't you"
oozed Marion.
"You said, if I got here in time you'd let me come. I HATE my job as
the chief editor at the newspaper already, and I SO want to get into
the milling industry" pleaded Marble.
"I know, I'd forget my face if it wasn't so handsome", said Chit.
Marble Archway HATED being ignored.

hamstropolis prisoner

by aBowman