Now it was Mary’s turn. Freddy had died a horrible death with a mug breaking his back and Harpic all over him. Mary landed up in our bathroom and artfully hid in the mop. So she didn’t have a horrible death. She was swiftly transferred to a bucket and dropped at the gate. And there she sat glumly looking at the wall wondering why Freddy didn’t have the same sense she did… *sigh*
Freddy’s such a bufo!
I toad you so!
I’m not sure this was Mary at all. I think you’re previous subject line was prophetic. Freddy was back, and might be again.