 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tino had been on his way somewhere important. He couldn't exactly recall. He'd just been hurrying down the hall when a snail slime trail caught his eye, that he had to stop and follow, and say 'Guten tag' to the snail at the end. And then he saw a really pretty cloud in the sky through the window and had to decide whether it looked more like a three-headed hippo or a toaster on rollerskates. That was twenty minutes ago. Where was he now?
Oh! Lookit that! A big mirror. Oh look! There's me. And. . . somebody else. And a rubber chicken. Tino tipped his head sideways to get a better look at the chicken. "Hello," he waved at the chicken. Then he straightened up. "Hello," he repeated, to the boy. His eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement. "Your head looks like a patchwork quilt," Tino observed. It wasn't a criticism. It was just fact.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |