“Lemoosae, we have a problem!”
Lemoosae twisted around, a huge pair of scissors in hand,
“Allertish, Honey, how many times have I told you….I know we have a problem!” Allertish blushed “well. ...I thought I might….Remind you” Lemoosae turned and plugged a screaming razor into the outlet. Allertish grimaced and clutched the wrists of a petrified young lady, pinning her to the barber chair. A harsh thundering buzz and a peircing scream filled the air. A pile of raven black, silky hair fell to the floor. Allertish eyed the pile wearily,
“Lemoosae...where will we hide all this?”
Grace Tilyard, Yr 8
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