“You see” said Len, handing me the photograph.
“It was Chaplin who stole MY act!”
John managed to cram himself into the lift but then it shuddered and stopped. Would it ever start again?! He hoped so, as he really needed the toilet
(Inspired by the true event of me getting stuck in a lift yesterday – Thankfully I didn’t need the toilet and the wonderful fire brigade came to my resure within half an hour)
William could see the hare again. He wasn’t sure how the tiny fluff ball was doing it but the closer he thought he was getting to his prey the further away he actually was.
He had to admit, that for the time being, he was completely outfoxed.
“That’s a funny expression” he mummbled to himself as he admitted defeat for the day and wend his way home.