Mrs Westmaas sat on her throne. Baby Cockroach, whose mother clearly taught him good manners, waited patiently outside the loo. The same cannot be said for his Daddy. At double the size, he walked under the door, brazenly sauntered past her foot and wiggled his antennae. Big mistake. With the holler of horror and surprise, slipper moved to hand, hand moved to floor. Slap and he dead. Mrs Westmaas was sorry it had to end this way but doesn't everyone know it is fool-hardy to interrupt a lady while she contemplates life on her throne?
Monday, 24 November 2014
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