The stubborn rabbit ran off last Tuesday. His assistant hadn’t turned up for work again so was on her final warning. His magic wand had been left on the 4:50 from Paddington. Today’s gaggle of toddlers were a right tough crowd, but it wasn’t the day to saw one in half.
He needed to pull something out of the bag, and obviously it wasn’t going to be Mr. Flopsy. Then somehow he tripped over his own shoes. His pride took a knock but hysterics exploded like fireworks around the room. Presto chango! Without a spell being uttered, a clown was born.
What a lovely story and very descriptive.
Thanks Helen – was fun to write xx
Thats great Lisa. Presto Chango, where did you learn that particularly arcane exclamation?
Amazing what you can conjure up in 101 words
Felt the frustration of the magician and the moment inspiration hit. Well done.