Yesterday we left the Mayor sputtering with his glasses perched upside down on his balloon red nose.
"Begging your pardon," the doctor politely remarked, "but we bring you news of great and serious import."
"Well, go on," B.B. demanded waving his arms so wildly that he knocked the spectacles completely off his nose.
After clearing his throat once and then once again the doctor said, "Your honor, I have come to inform you that your son's wife the fairy woman Gwendolyn has just given birth to a son.
Silence descended upon the crowd as they watched Bartholomew Bumbleberry's face. It was so quite one could even hear a butterfly flutter its wings.
TO BE CONTINUED
OBSERVATIONS
1. Yay! Wee folk family drama!
2. Of course the fairy woman's name would be Gwendolyn.
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"Silence descended upon the crowd as they watched Bartholomew Bumbleberry's face. It was so quite one could even hear a butterfly flutter its wings."
So many things to say about this sentence. First, the silence quiet enough to hear a butterfly's wings. Oh. My. Goodness. GOLD. Also,and more importantly, may I buy the rights to the name: Bartholomew Bumbleberry? Thank you.
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