fourth holiday

i still don’t know how we did it the other day, said breadroll.
did what, said block of wood.
rush over the street, around the corner and into the shop, without leaving the house. ah, don’t start again, said sponge, things just cooled down nicely. we did come back though, i must say, and had nice brekkie; and they sang: that’s true, true, true, truth. truuuuth. and stilllllnessss. share a part. of the. egg. symbol of life and main ingredient of scrambled eggs. whether on toast or not.

third holiday

mary had a little lamb, said sponge, we are all delighted for her but do hope that next time it’ll be a girl. now with joseph joining the circle of the unlicky with a lillte piglet i think we are quite set for another channel.
or a cream bun, said breadroll.
or a cream bun, said sponge, that perfectly right.
block of wood tried to carve another channel in his back side.
make it spectacular, love.

second holiday

focus, focus, darling, focus focus, said breadroll and (took pleasure in the repeated repetition) reached for the butter, i wouldn’t mind to be leisurely buttered. no at all in fact. alas, in fact, there is no policy.
if there was we would still lack a procedure, said block of wood (leisurely outfit: yummy apple pie on wooden board carved with traditional patterns, obviously bordered with succulent scoop of vanilla icecream, sided with roast potatoes).
non of that business now, this is serious business and we’ve got to be serious about it. let’s have a bite.
a breadroll, a sponge and a block of wood were rushing down the street, around the corner and into the shop. a breadroll, a block of wood and a sponge were seen rushing out of the shop, around the corner, over the street and into the house and people started talking about the fact that they were actually rushing into the house without rushing out of it before, however, talks ceased quite quickly after a while.

first holiday

nothing we will do today, absolutely and entirely nothing, said breadroll.
can i not butter you a bit, said block of wood, just slightly?
no you can’t, said breadroll, there is no policy for that.
come on now lads, sponge said, we’ve got to be seriously leisure focused for the moment, sorry.

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