The Fellow’s
‘Morning’ – Every fellow’s chronicle
Peep-Peep….. Ughs! Mom, what's this! Where are my shoes
and those socks - Peep-Peep!... they they are soaked to the heals! "Yep,
coming, just a minute, please just a moment"…. An agile leap down the
first flight and the mother yells, "God damn it! What have you been doing,
you forgot your chemistry tome, how oblivious"! And there comes the most
ambiguous trice in life, whether to reach up to the mother's hand to grab the
behemoth or to obey the command of the brewing tea-pot full of jeers and gibes!
The poor chap was in a deplorable fix, wasn't he? A vicious triangle indeed; the
'scoffing fervent tea-pot', the demented mother and the somber chemistry
teacher all pouncing on the little puny fellow!
Oops… Sorry, was it 'fellow', or 'fellows'? Did you
follow? Certainly a terrific avowal that stands one in thousand chances not to
be deciphered!
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