It was ordinary day; ending as did any number of other weekdays in the Turnips household - Young master Turnips engaged in a futile struggle with Miss Crumpwidget’s mathematics homework. Tonight was long division – 16 problems! “Drat these confounded figures!” he thought to himself, “I should much rather be on an imaginary patrol in the deepest Congo with my two best friends Woody and Rossaroni.”
Presently, however, the gas lamps fluttered announcing the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Turnips. But, before either could say a word, Turnips was pleading for succor.
“Dear father, may engage my two comrades in arms, young master Woody and the young Italian lad Rossaroni in spirited youthful adventure this Saturday? Please Please?”
“Why my boy, I don’t see why not as long as you’ve practiced your music … remember the membership exam for the Fellowship of the Lute is but a fortnight away.”
“Oh yes father I will practice most diligently!”
“In that case I suppose we consent” agreed his mother, “now get a good night’s sleep and finish up Ms. Crumpwidget’s homework or you’ll never get into Cambridge.”
Turnips was terribly excited for the adventure he planned was more than the usual play-acting patrol in Africa. This time he had another objective in mind – the crumbling Keepe on the edge of the moor. He’d heard many a story about the old ruin and he was certain a mystery required solving.
And hopefully, the three friends would avoid the attention of the local bully gang, the Sixguns.
You know Lord Stuart Turnips is starting to read Spiderwick chronicles.
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ReplyDeleteJust this Sunday past, as we were driving to the DC Auto show, Young Turnips wondered if he was being taken to school. I replied "yes, and you have to stay there until you learn long division." Thus forshadowing your very article.
Sincerely,
Kwisatch Haderach
Aha! I knew that brainwave came from somewhere!
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