Protlor was a sweet naive boy, recently plucked from underneath the floorboards
and new to the realm of art. Noting his potential as an artist, spotov
and verity snapped him up as their protégé.
The protégé, Protlor, put on a brilliant show. The Miss Gambles were so proud of their "Dear Boy", that they couldn't stop shrieking his praises for a second. Gently prodding people with a finger or a walking cane to reiterate the point.
They were utterly dreadful
It went down a storm.
|Shrivelled prunes stuffed with greyed mascapone cheese, black splattered ginger biscuits and blue corn chips were brought in on a trolley. The bottle of sherry fell off and smashed which made for a very fitting entrance.|
|"Im only a plain spinster with a habit for making myself useful"|