The Crate and the Fairies

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round and smart, with a cherry on the top, along came one, with a grin one day took a cherry bun, and spirited away’, two giant eyes followed Nina and Mrs Alfred, from room to room, and into the attic, ‘The nursery’ a small boy stood with a pot on his head in the corner, bzzzzzaaam, Mrs Alfred opened the next door, ‘chilly, a harpsichord’, Nina stands the rocking horse on its side, and picks up some crayons’, a mans sobbing came from across the floor, raarrr, raarrr, take me to the seaside, take me, take me to the seaside', ‘you want your crayons', ‘whack’, a cane with hand, Nina, ‘how high up is that’. On the lawn the shadow of a man in night gown crouches on the chimney pot. Mrs Alfred lights the fire. Whooosh, his gown flies up, and it disappears down the side of the house. Nina opens the window, and puts her big brown bear by the curtain. In the reflection, ‘ a gas mask and sten gun, leap into the room, Nina bounds onto the roof. ‘Smarthy, hum back……..a nuthery’, Ann stands on the rocking horse, and climbs through the hatch, into the loft space. Mrs Alfred lights the candles, the match blows out, ‘damn’, whacks the wall, they all go out, takes a splint gently accross the room woof out it blows, turns, and the fire blows out.
'Fustlation’, Anna pulls off her mask, ‘decorations, until next christmas’, a cracker, bang whiz, whiz, whiz, a furry string darts over the beams, a little map, ‘a pair of earings in the attic chimney breast, treasure well.............ah my high court case, Mrs Bleach, Mr Moneybags (Sir), his Mrs Stinky (commnnnnnn), and the disappearing fairweathers. The temple understood, pulled strings like no family could, and they new I was guilty. Chakraganges, Never honour a debt to shady creditors and as they say, if their in the black your in the black. A rick-shaw clat, clat, clat, clat, Oh relaxation, phew. I’ll remove these chimney bricks, a sooty image of a hangmans noose lay in the breast, chains clanged on the roof, Anna turned, a barber, spring in his feet, jumped around the loft, 'ahhhhhhhhh', whhhhhooooshhh, bbrrfff, rrrfff, whooof, plug, down the stack, rumble, rumble, ‘helthp’, soot flies up under her arm-pits cannon, whooof, rrrffff. Whooofff, plug, ‘outcth’, soot drips down onto the hearth.