Sudden joy arrived in the box that was left at the back door.
It was what they had always been waiting for and it stank with middle class opulence.
The cream of what had been was a new thing in the hands of the house and ware.
Would it make them better in the sight of the wise old owl that purred in the shack by the gate?
They never considered the answer.
The box was in their house and it would never leave as long as they consumed the gravy.
The fear was gone and he rocks would sing in long and straight nights.
Have a satirical Saturday!
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