Twelve eager eggs; Seven scintillated stock cubes; four favourable milk drums; other such objects; On a Saturday morning they all waited expectantly in the basket to see the land beyond, the new world.
It forked out a lot of knives to be a knife this fork, not to mention all of the spooning in between. But as you may have drawn from my addressing of it as a fork, it still didn’t quite feel like a knife.
“Step into my fortress,” says the microwave, the evil auctioneer, conductor of particle transportation. And many did.
The brush watched a lot of daytime television. Too much some might say. It worked during the day, you see.
Sam was a bin, and a tragic sort of character. His friend Watson always managed to diet so easily, using the recycling diet, (a very popular method) whereas Sam just couldn’t control himself.