Story Time - One sentence at a time. (Page 16)

lummox: "Hoowah !, you wemembered, weturn home wapscallion"

Wonderbunny: The wizard wandered back up the once leafy avenue, deep in thought.

lummox: He and the rector did not always see eye to eye, he would need to offer something to sweeten the pot.

Wonderbunny: His pockets were as empty as his cupboard was bare, but maybe he could conjure up something that might serve.

lummox: Perhaps something for the rector's dungeon ? 🤔

Wonderbunny: He shuddered at the memory of when he last saw that godforsaken place.

lummox: He still bore the marks the shackles had caused to his wrists.

Wonderbunny: Yes it was plausible that this archfiend was behind the disappearing trees mystery.

lummox: Perhaps it was time for the wizard to resurrect his most famous role, bring on 'Cleaning Woman'

Wonderbunny: Yes that should get him into the rector's good books.

lummox: A quick stop at the hardware store provided all that would be needed.

Wonderbunny: Next stop home to borrow a dress and wig from his mother.

lummox: Luckily she had been rendered bald by one of his earlier spells.

Wonderbunny: He had tried to make amends by buying her increasingly elaborate wigs every birthday, Yule, Beltane and Solstice.

lummox: He selected an eighties Cher wig, and added a pair of glasses in the style favoured by Nana Mouscouri.

Wonderbunny: The dress was a demure floral printed crisp cotton number.

lummox: and his gaiters were those presented to him by the navy, for special services to the rear admiral.

Wonderbunny: His mind was racing.

lummox: And his heart set to 'hot to trot'

Wonderbunny: He perused his reflection in the tarnished living room mirror.

lummox: Dame Edna would be proud of him, her beauty tips made such a difference.

Wonderbunny: He oozed confidence and charisma.

lummox: Wafts of ether fumes gave testament to there being a back up plan

Wonderbunny: Hiding his wand, and the ether soaked handerchief, in the pocket of his pinafore, he marched to his neighbour's front door and sharply rapped the ornate knocker.

lummox: "Brrring brrring" went the knocker, "Come in, door's open", went the slightly wavering voice.