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Chapter One
Some alive kid
There was once a street called Tricky Lane. It was just one of those streets of which I'm sure you know many. There were dog walkers and cars, prams and bikes, gardens and sheds, and trim and perfectly square little houses in perfect rows. They were the kind of houses which would really prefer not being admired too much, for that sort of thing would spoilt the neighbourhood. People would pass the street day after day, because after all it was a perfectly ordinary street, and as most people know - a perfectly ordinary street is really of very little interest. There was most certainly nothing weird or spooky about a funny and dull little street such as this.
Mr and Mrs Wesley would agree wholeheartedly, for they too were not the sorts for anything funny or bizarre.
At this precise moment, Mr Wesley was looking out of the window and stroking his beard. He was a rather stoud sort of fellow, and had an important position as manager of a hammer factory. He had the sort of look about him anybody could tell he was a man of prestige.
This is why Mrs Wesley loved him so much - the reason she was cheerfully shuffling along the carpet with a tray full of tea. Her hands were thin and rather warped, wrapped around the edges of the tray and clasping it tightly. Her face gazed gently into the pools of tea as they tossed around inside the cups.
Their small son Dereck anxiously awaited the assortment of biscuits, but cared not or tea. His beaming face was the pride of his parents life, it was the kind of face that could do no wrong.
Tea, biscuits and voyuerism... the Wesleys had a full and satisfying life. They were living the dream If it weren't for one rather troublesome little problem, it would be a paradise. Mr Wesley closed the curtain, muttering to himself. His worst fear was that the neighbours found out about the Potts.
Mrs Potts was infact Mrs Wesleys extremely shameful and deplorable younger sister. The amount of time between their visits related directly to amount of joy the Wesley family felt, so it was fortunate for the well being of an entire household that such an occurance was now an extremely rare thing. Infact, it had been many years. Knowing this made Mrs Wesley extrememly happy.
The Potts were really a rather strange bunch, and of the sort that shouldn't be welcome on an ordinary street such as Tricky Lane. They had a son too, which was a shame - such a nice and well mannered child, sure to be corrupted by such strangeness and depravity.
The curtain flapped slightly behind Mr Potts, which was unfortunate, for had he not closed the curtain so soon he would have seen the sight of a large owl land on their front garden. Infact, the entire view outside looked extremely plain, just how they liked it. There was of course no sign of the mysterious and strange things to come. No sign of magic in those skies.
Mr Wesley picked out his favourite cuff links for work, and at half past seven headed off out of the door. A small attempt was made to kiss his wife on the cheek, but things didn't go according to plan.
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Chapter One
Some alive kid
There was once a street called Tricky Lane. It was just one of those streets of which I'm sure you know many. There were dog walkers and cars, prams and bikes, gardens and sheds, and trim and perfectly square little houses in perfect rows. They were the kind of houses which would really prefer not being admired too much, for that sort of thing would spoilt the neighbourhood. People would pass the street day after day, because after all it was a perfectly ordinary street, and as most people know - a perfectly ordinary street is really of very little interest. There was most certainly nothing weird or spooky about a funny and dull little street such as this.
Mr and Mrs Wesley would agree wholeheartedly, for they too were not the sorts for anything funny or bizarre.
At this precise moment, Mr Wesley was looking out of the window and stroking his beard. He was a rather stoud sort of fellow, and had an important position as manager of a hammer factory. He had the sort of look about him anybody could tell he was a man of prestige.
This is why Mrs Wesley loved him so much - the reason she was cheerfully shuffling along the carpet with a tray full of tea. Her hands were thin and rather warped, wrapped around the edges of the tray and clasping it tightly. Her face gazed gently into the pools of tea as they tossed around inside the cups.
Their small son Dereck anxiously awaited the assortment of biscuits, but cared not or tea. His beaming face was the pride of his parents life, it was the kind of face that could do no wrong.
Tea, biscuits and voyuerism... the Wesleys had a full and satisfying life. They were living the dream If it weren't for one rather troublesome little problem, it would be a paradise. Mr Wesley closed the curtain, muttering to himself. His worst fear was that the neighbours found out about the Potts.
Mrs Potts was infact Mrs Wesleys extremely shameful and deplorable younger sister. The amount of time between their visits related directly to amount of joy the Wesley family felt, so it was fortunate for the well being of an entire household that such an occurance was now an extremely rare thing. Infact, it had been many years. Knowing this made Mrs Wesley extrememly happy.
The Potts were really a rather strange bunch, and of the sort that shouldn't be welcome on an ordinary street such as Tricky Lane. They had a son too, which was a shame - such a nice and well mannered child, sure to be corrupted by such strangeness and depravity.
The curtain flapped slightly behind Mr Potts, which was unfortunate, for had he not closed the curtain so soon he would have seen the sight of a large owl land on their front garden. Infact, the entire view outside looked extremely plain, just how they liked it. There was of course no sign of the mysterious and strange things to come. No sign of magic in those skies.
Mr Wesley picked out his favourite cuff links for work, and at half past seven headed off out of the door. A small attempt was made to kiss his wife on the cheek, but things didn't go according to plan.