Story Time - One sentence at a time. (Page 4)

lummox: and started to fashion a makeshift wand from the sundry items at his feet.

Wonderbunny: He sprinkled a long black pudding with magic dust from the snuff box in his pocket.

lummox: Causing it to stiffen, and begin to generate heat.

Wonderbunny: He needed enough heat to blast him into the past to find out who had changed a once attractive avenue into such an eyesore.

lummox: Town planners were top of his list of suspects.

lummox: Fly tippers running a close second.

Wonderbunny: The blavk pudding began to glow a violet colour.

lummox: Reminding him of an advert he once saw online.

Wonderbunny: A smell of burnt sausage filled the air.

lummox: Reaching it's optimum size the banger lived up to it's name.

WineNSarcasm: After putting that where it belonged, he continued downt he road, headed for a forest of blue trees and purple rivers...

Wonderbunny: Where and when had his spell brought him?

lummox: and more importantly, what on earth was the gaily coloured creature perched on his nose ?

WineNSarcasm: Dare he swat it away or should he leave it there ?

lummox: The thin reedy voice he heard next made the decision for him.

Wonderbunny: "I can help you in your quest if you do one thing for me" it sang.

lummox: Squashing the bug he wondered why he hated opera so much

Wonderbunny: He knew that it was a trick and that real help would come when the time was ripe.

WineNSarcasm: As he traveled on, he noticed what looked like diamonds and rubies and all precious gems strewn about the ground.

lummox: Stooping to pick a handful up he heard a rustling from behind.

Wonderbunny: Turning swiftly he saw...nobody, but the bushes in the hedgerow seemed to be shaking themselves, although the air was still.

WineNSarcasm: He crept close to the bushes to see if he could see what made the noise and bending his face closer, he could see something of a dark purple scurrying through the dried leaves

lummox: Were they somebody's plums i just spotted disappearing into the undergrowth ? he thought.

Wonderbunny: Although the branches were thick overhead there was a well-trodden path at ground level.

lummox: Crouching low, and moving as quietly as possible, he followed in the direction of the still audible rustling.