a tiny wind was let breezing over the desk’s flatitude. it not dare to whistle, let alone howl. it did not see much point in doing so, it did not see much point in being a wind. however, as it had signed a contract – entered into an agreement as they say – and a contract is a contract is a contract — fullstop period — silence reigned.
breadroll, sponge and block of wood asked to be mentioned. favour granted. can you top that?