Bertram Told His Story For the Fortieth Time
suddenly the foe cries out- ears, a tail, paws
- like a crushed strawberry
- peace reigned once more
- held his head and groaned
- I grabbed the nose picker’s arm
Bertram told his story for the fortieth time. Each successive rendition has featured a new nonsensical twist, so I listened closely.
“Suddenly the foe cries out like a crushed strawberry!”
That was it. Cecil held his head and groaned, but others in the circle chuckled. I spied Cecil covertly probing his nostril, so I grabbed the nose picker’s arm and gave a rude yank.
“…ears, a tail, paws…” Bertram had deviated yet further from the rather less interesting truth. The fact was that he’d crept upon our old nemesis in his sleep (Bertram’s somnambulism was at times a plus) and now peace reigned once more.