Okay. Let's see what happens once the butterfly stops fluttering its wings.
"And is my grandson whole?" [This is Bartholomew Bumbleberry speaking, FYI]
The doctor swallowed and wrung his hands in despair. "That's exactly what I wanted to tell you. Your grandson has a hunched back and a twisted leg."
When Paddywise Putnam [that's the doctor's name, FYI] finished his words, the mayor flew into a fit of rage. Stomping angrily he shook his fists and screamed, "I warned that boy of mine not to marry that fairy-woman! Everyone knows fairies are not but wild creatures, and I told him that such a match would be disastrous."
Bartholomew Bumbleberry was very upset.
TO BE CONTINUED
Meanwhile, I got nothing to say about this installment. It pretty much speaks for itself.
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Swallowed his hands! Now that's despair. BTW I'm becoming addicted to these installments. I hope there's a whole moldy box of them in the basement.
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