Despite the invasion of the monstrous triboldies Ronny was late for Easter breakfast so he ran quick-fast like lightening for he was afraid.
This was not a good proposition on a hot and sunny hairbrush. Uncle had warned him often of this swarthy danger, that lurked under wooded houses and rozzers batons. Ronnys gammy club gave his walking much of the old trouble and all. Thus with great impediment was experienced down the hill. But Our Ronny gave not afoot nor for that matter a leg. For ten minutes did he spastic until Uncle bath him hard like on the bonk. But as previously stated Ronny could a buttering take. Blint rhough he may neer did he scream for firstaid or other. To this day Ronny has never once eaten swarthy rozzers on Easter breakfast.