In order to immerse himself into the role of Scrooge, Alastair Sim:
a. lived alone on an ice floe for a week.
b. oared a scull up and down the Thames non-stop for 24 hours.
c. practiced glaring balefully while standing immobile in Trafalgar Square.
d. stayed for three hours in a small dark room with 36 starving rats.
‘Where’s my slender trident? I distinctly remember leaving it leaning against the shed. Is it leaning against the shed? No, it is not leaning against the shed. So where is it? I’m looking at you, Bernard,’ said the witch.
‘Look at me all you want. I know nothing about the silly trident,’ replied the raven, shuddering its neck feathers.
‘Now I’m looking at you, Charlotte,’ said the witch, turning her most withering gaze toward the black cat.
‘There’s nothing in the world I care less about than your trident. You probably jammed it into the ground in the green wood so you could wander around babbling nonsense unencumbered,’ replied Charlotte, unsheathing her claws to have a nice rake across the gravel.
The witch whirled around in fury and strode off into the green wood. She kicked a tree, threw dirt clods into the stream, bit her own arm, threw herself to the ground and sobbed. When none of these things produced the slender trident, she sat up glowering, her face a silent storm. It was then that she noticed the slender trident stuck in the ground next to a stand of lush green yellow bushes.
‘Oh, yeah, heh, heh,’ she mumbled in embarrassment.
the creature stalks by night
tiny eyes dart in search of food
when will it tweet again
Loon: We have a treat in store for us today on the 3 Question Interview. The lords of the 4th dimension have brought someone they call a sidekick, Andy Devine, as today’s ghost guest. Mr. Devine, as a sidekick, do you kick people in the side or do you yourself get kicked in the side?
Andy Devine’s ghost: Gee willikers, son, I don’t rightly know. Hee hee hee.
Loon: I notice fringe on your sleeves. Does it ever annoy you?
Andy Devine’s ghost: By golly, it has dragged through my soup a time or two. Hee hee hee.
Loon: Were you married?
Andy Devine’s ghost: Aww, shucks. Hee hee hee.
(Andy’s ghost turns inside out and rides off on a camel. Loon faints.)
Lizabeth’s 3 piece wooden hairpiece was crafted by underground gnomes.
Lizabeth’s hair:
a. was constructed by joining together 3 sections of fine grained sculpted wood.
b. was made of salt water taffy.
c.was an alien with complete control over Lizabeth’s mind.
d. did not look like this first thing in the morning.
‘Oh, find the ghostly hollow where color melts away, and deadly shoots of cane await in silent fog so gray,’ sang the grandmother.
‘Why is the cane deadly? Why is it foggy in the ghostly hollow? How do I find it?’ asked the granddaughter.
‘You must discover the answers to the first two questions on your own. As for how to find it, take this basket, climb the stairs to the top of the cliff, cross the mesa, ford the river, climb up through the forest, crest the peak, and you will stare down into the ghostly hollow. Descend and enter. I pray for your safe return,’ said the grandmother, and she handed the basket to the granddaughter and turned away to hide her tears.
The granddaughter carried the basket outside and paused to gather courage and to gaze at the forbidden stairs marching up, up, up to the top of the cliff. She took one deep breath and began her journey with a single strong stride followed by another and another. Cliff, mesa, river, forest, peak, she arrived at the place where she stared down into the ghostly hollow. Clutching the basket, clothes tattered, hair matted here, wispy there, she descended.
She twisted and bent her way through the sentinel cane shoots. She disappeared into the fog so gray. Silence. Stillness. Time.
Three years later the grandmother heard a knocking at her door. She pushed the window curtain aside to see who was there. She gasped, clutched at her chest, and fell unconscious to the floor.
The grandmother, struck blind and deaf and mindless, babbled and sang. The visitor cared for her. The visitor survived. The visitor’s claws and tusks were kept razor sharp with the file she stored away in the basket with her other treasures.
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