Friday, 27 March 2009

Get away

Bit of this
I come across an old frail very determined thief, pushing a supper market trolley full of booty. She had already walked a good mile in search of supplies and looked nearly done in. But what was really bothering me was the fact she was heading towards the top of the steepest hill in town. The very hill I was catching my breath from as I spotted her. I nearly offered assistance, but was afraid she would bop me on the head for interfering.
But what happened when said trolley picked up speed at the top of the hill?
My only consolation being, we were only yards away from A and E.
Make a great cartoon if I could only draw.
I shall tune into local radio for any possible incident.

Bit of  that
Something small 

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