WET WET WET OR SO IT SEEMED FOR POOR OLD MR KETCHUP..
"Oh fiddle sticks,” cried Mr Ketchup as he
fell head first
out of his bed. That's torn it now, he thought to himself.
O dear, poor old Mr Ketchup seemed to be in a spot of bother?
He had forgotten all about his washing from the night before. No dry washing,
it was dripping wet
“O bother,” he said as he dragged it in doors and O dear the
washing was dribbling all over his clean floor. Poor old Mr Ketchup
nothing went right for him.
Just then someone knocked rather loudly on his door.
"Oh just a minute,” he shouted. Mr Ketchup
threw the washing back
into the washing machine for a spin but something wasn't just quite right.
The washing machine seemed to be making a funny noise.
Oh whatever next he groaned! And if you
think that was bad,
well the water leaked out everywhere leaving poor old Mr
Ketchup looking rather bewildered, indeed
nothing went right for him and O dear he had forgotten about
one thing. He left his poor friend
standing at the door
frozen stiff, what a morning it had been for him.
Haggis sat in the chair thawing out meanwhile Mr Ketchup
made a hot cup of tea without the teabags. What ever shall
we all do now?
|