It was an early sunrise in the Dandelion Valley.
Today it wasn't the pheasant, it was the phone waking up the residents of the Plesnt Towers.
Epiphany Lullaby scratched her elegant ragamuffin fingers on her master's left leg.
The master, Blue Pays d'Auge, made a tempestuous glance on the torn sheets.
"They were blanc d'innocence virginale- coloured, for heavens sake!"
He answered the phone just for hearing the excited voices of his left and right hand;
Joan Galaxy and Steele Bar.
They told him the alarming news. The Vanished Flâneur had made a spectacular escape.
"Bloody pimpernel! Just a mo, I collect my portable cufflinks and come instantly!", he answered and made a delicate jump towards the window.
4 comments:
Hallo Chriswab, viele Grüsse aus das Fuchs Blog :)
That is viele Grüsse aus dem Fuchs Blog.
Maybe it would be better if you changed your subtitle as: For Devon's sake, she is a pudding-head in every possible language.
Hurrah!!!!
Yay! I'm loving this!
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