The neverending pie

by Jonny Fenham

John entered the butchers where a tiny little Scotsman sporting a rather severe monocle faced him from behind a glass-encased throne fashioned entirely from jettisoned staircarpets. Little did he know, but things were about to get very interesting indeed.

'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the cheesecake?'
John entered the butchers where a tiny little Scotsman sporting a rather severe monocle faced him from behind a glass-encased throne fashioned entirely from jettisoned staircarpets. Little did he know, but things were about to get very interesting indeed.

'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the cheesecake?'
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