Couldn’t resist it.
Hilda Scally put down her cup of tea and her head turned slowly, following the antics of the kitten as it chased an imaginary mouse behind her chair. 375 more words
“Mrs. Henretty,” said Dr. Knowles. “Your son fell three stories. He’s alright.”
“He with that Jones widow again?” snarled Petunia.
“He hurt anythin’ vital?” 19 more words
‘So this is an actual declaration of war?’
‘It was found in the lost property box in The Elderly Crow, O King.’
‘Does that make it more real?’ 22 more words