Who drank Strictz’s Ale?
“It’s so sad”, Pedigree Effigy the Partially Pretentious Parrot remarked to Ethel the Idle Ibis “I was expecting there to be more people here”.
Only three people had turned up to the funeral of the drunken dwarf, or four, if you included Vicar Victor Vulture.
Victor continued, “Ashes to ashes, rust to dust, we are gathered here today to say goodbye to our dear fiend”
The Evil Chicken was sobbing loudly as this point.
Victor had of course been employed not only as the Vicar for the ceremony, but also as the funeral undertaker. Pedigree Effigy was a little suspicious why they were burying only the bones of the drunken dwarf, not his body and Victor was looking rather plump.
After the service, Nowin Afee Looosalot, the famous dwarf litigation lawyer (who throughout the service had been loitering in the shadows in the graveyard) pulled the Evil Chicken over to one side and whispered, “She is going to get it all, you mark my words. I am afraid that’s the way the cookie crumbles, that’s show business!”
Incensed, the Evil Chicken simply pecked out his eyes…
Vicar Victor Vulture was seen cleaning a set of bones in the graveyard later that day
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Meanwhile, in a small, dusty room filled with oomlie quills and paper doilies...
“….and to Ethel the Ibis I leave all of my worldly goods and I DECLARE THAT I am not leaving anything to my old drinking buddy, the Evil Chicken, because of the time that he gave me harpies”, read Marry-Me Larry, the backstreet dwarf lawyer.
The assembled crowd gasped. Never had such devastating news ever been announced at a Will reading.
At the shock of the news, Aunt Sally de Molly, sister of Pretty Polly Pickler (who picked a pie of pickled peppers) unceremoniously fell off the side of her chair, clutching her chest. Hearing that she was sharing a room with someone who had harpies made her hyperventilate, she could not breathe.
15-Feb-2011 21:56:28