The neverending pie
by Jonny Fenham
John entered the bakery where a tiny little Scotsman sporting a rather severe monocle faced him from behind a counter festooned with antique ladles. Little did he know, but life would never be the same again.
'So', began the attendant. 'I suppose that you've come about the budgerigar?'
'So', began the attendant. 'I suppose that you've come about the budgerigar?'
John entered the bakery where a tiny little Scotsman sporting a rather severe monocle faced him from behind a counter festooned with antique ladles. Little did he know, but life would never be the same again.
'So', began the attendant. 'I suppose that you've come about the budgerigar?'
'So', began the attendant. 'I suppose that you've come about the budgerigar?'
please wait...remixing in progress...
