BAGS OF LAUGHS

BAGS OF LAUGHS

A Story by ROSALIND

Early next morning, Mr Ketchup darted out of his bed.
He was already in a cross mood from the night before.
having walked for endless miles his legs and feet
ached from the night before.All for nothing a wasted
trip." poor" Mr Ketchup nothing goes right for him.
mean while little did he know? while down in the
hall landing their seemed like something black on the
floor, Oh what now aah Mr ketchup looked the ants in
the face and he quickly ran out at top speed and quickly
shut the door behind him.


Banging on his friends door, Haggis appeared at the front
Hall What ever is the matter he replied?.
Do you have any ant killer' Yes do you mean ant spray.
Said Haggis, He thought to himself this is a hassle.
Wait, here just NOW! Haggis looked into his cupboard
under neath the sink and he looked as if he had seen a
ghost, By this time Poor old ketchup began to be impatient.
Haggis looked at the ant spray. Oh dear me I don't appear to
have any left.Oh that's torn it now Mr Ketchup will be most
annoyed Oh well it can't be helped.!!


Haggis made his way slowly towards the door.
What took you so LONG,'
Well Haggis found it hard to be honest with his
friend.
Haggis often had fall outs with Mr ketchup, you see he nearly
always had out bursts at the smallest things.
Just then haggis tried to explain but still Mr Ketchup walked
away in a huff.

Wait until the next time I see him,' haggis said to himself.

© 2012 ROSALIND


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Haggis shouldn't be mad at poor Mr. Ketchup; he has so many problems.

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ROSALIND
ROSALIND

EDINBURGH, lothian , United Kingdom



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Hello my name is Rosalind and I first started writing poetry in April of 2011. I am a born again Christian and have a wonderful relationship with father God I would have never imagined for one second.. more..

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