the train people once almost crucified a chap for not having a ticket, some spotty faced fellow, youngish, plastic clad. the guy wasn’t a saint for sure, all knew that, but people felt the reaction was a bit too harsh. the train people said it was a normal industrial action. wordsback and forth and an argument ensued. it got nowhere but we didn’t get to her the rest of the story as a result. that’ll be it.
ruffle, said breadroll, a few feathers. an intriguing word indeed.
he did not seem to be serious about that — at least not as serious as the man who went into the shop and asked for catering pan (thick doughy slices).
now there’s a man of determination, said sponge.
alas, people tend to find approving and encouraging comments less interesting. the man went on with his business (sandwichery) and so did the sales assistant (costumer care) and the others (breadroll, sponge and block of wood).
so, yesterday morning i was on the subway, said herr brekst, and i met this guy …
where, said sponge.
on the subway, said herr brekst.
good, said sponge, we thought you were asleep. well, that’s that solved. wait until i tell the others. i should assume they will be at least semi-excited. why don’t we look forward to that?
when you say there was a chance, said sponge, how much of a chance is it?
fully featured, said block of wood, with bells and whistles.
what are they for, said breadroll.
to annouce whatever happened, said block of wood.
a lonely breeze whistled around the corner. that’s not it, said block of wood.