Not Another Christmas Carol_A Squirrel’s Tale (Based on a true story)_The Beau...._Come, Gentle Nigh
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Not Another Christmas Carol
I beg of you, Dear Reader, not to dismiss this story before it has started on account of the title alone. The festive season having just passed, you will, I have no doubt whatever, be unlikely to sit through yet another version of the classic tale of the three spirits that visited old Ebenezer Scrooge upon the night of Christmas Eve all those many years ago.But wait! Before we begin the tale that follows, you must observe two things. Firstly, finding another version of A Christmas Carol is akin to, after scoffing down the last chocolate in a particularly delicious box, lifting up the tray only...
A Squirrel’s Tale (Based on a true story)
‘Furry tailed rat.’ He called me that. To my face. The nerve. Doesn’t know me from a rat? Rats aren’t even the same genus. What a dope. What a tailless freak. He should be so lucky. I showed him. Yes, I did. Look! A squirrel! Oh, that’s Squiggy. What a name. My nephew. Next tree over. Missus and I’ve got babies. Up our tree top home. Always hungry. Feed ‘em. Up in the nest. Hidden atop the ancient oak. Acorns everywhere. Never enough. Eawww.onedoor.cct some myself. Tasty! Humans look down on squirrels. We’re not dumb. They’re dumb. Oh, because my attention shifts. Can’t concentrate. Really? People are t...
The Beau....
Yippee! Hilary, aka Hilaria, at first did not believe her eyes. But there they were, all her lotto numbers had miraculously rolled forth, right onto her ticket. Ben, her snoring husband, even woke up to wonder what she was so excited about. While she was doing her victory dance in the lounge room, Ben was already browsing luxury car catalogs on his phone. There she sat in the driveway, the red Ferrari of Ben's dreaming. Hilaria,of course, drove it first, all the way to her Christian fellowship prayer group at her local church. There were some stunned looks, not to mention catty Christian comm...
Come, Gentle Night
Act 1“So, you're in seats J8 and J9、 Take a left here and head straight down the stairs. Enjoy the show.”“I see you've splashed out on seats this time.”“It was a last minute Groupon thing, Sarah, we can go back home if you'd rather -”“James, I'm joking, calm down. Always so bloody defensive.”“It's probably because I've just spent fourteen quid on a tiny beer and a glass of cheap plonk after already paying for tickets. Also, I've still got to pay for parking when we leave. It doesn't exactly fill me with -”“Enough. Done. No more bloody moaning. We haven't been out for ages, just be grateful it'...