Molly just thought ‘the gruesome murder of her puppets’ was staged as a non-living puppet could have not possibly been able to rip out the insides of another, right?
The next day, the same happened again. Every night after that, it kept going until Chuckie was the only one left.
A few weeks later, she saw Chuckie moving towards her whilst she was tucked in bed. She kept whispering to herself, ‘It’s only a bad dream,’ over and over again.
The next day, she threw Chuckie in the garbage and that night crept back into the house with a knife in his thumbless hand!
The Roman blacksmith and intellectual, Guevero Zachitti, had become incredibly proficient at his chosen vocation. However, he had the misfortune to employ an inept assistant by the name of Carlton Puchinni.
Guevero had found Carlton living on the streets of Rome, bankrupt and in terrible debt and had taken him on as lowly-paid labourer.
Our tail begins on a clear-skied, scorching day with the stout, rapacious nobleman Holmers Patavinski.
Holmers desired vastly expensive antiques and he commissioned from Guevero an exquisite teapot. The talented Guevero instantly responded by crafting one of the most beautiful objects known to humanity: it was a china teapot rimmed with gold.
Guevero sent Carlton to deliver the precious teapot to Holmers, who lived in the hills on the outskirts of Rome. Carlton, in an attempt to impress his employer, rushed and darted through the mystical heaths and into the hills, but he was startled by the deafening howl of a lone wolf. Carlton, petrified, dropped the teapot, then fled.
The same teapot can still be seen today for the rough undergrowth has now been cut down and it lies implanted in the ground next to the river bank: a mystery to all who see it.
It all started on a sunny day were the little boy wanted to play outside. The sun was shining the birds were singing it was a perfect day. But when the little boy arrived at the park it was closed such a shame that the park was closed but why would it be closed on such a beautiful day. Until a man came and said ” step away from the park please”. so they did and then the next second a huge teacup came flying down from the sky and covered the park and the teacup trapped the dad and son and they were never herd from again.
It was a normal grimy day in north London and I was having a stroll in the park. Then suddenly something fell down from the sky, I hurried over to see what it was, then to my astonishment it was a teapot! Not just a normal teapot, a gigantic orange one too. I looked inside and something compelled me to go deeper in to it. Then there was a door it led in to a dark damp room someone sat there as if he was the king. He said ” what are you doing in my humble home”, I shrugged. Then he used a magical force which hurled me out of the teapot, when I got home in my diary I wrote the weirdest day of my life.