It was three days before Christmas and the mice were busy. Having slipped through the encounter with the Ghost of Things Past, Ebenezer Morrison was feeling rather smug. Presents were tossed aside as Ebenezer crawled about under the party xmas tree. He picked up one after the other, shook it, read the card and threw it over his shoulder. He searched and searched – nothing from Tony. Peta, Jo, Julie – the pile of presents behind him grew and grew. Finally he found it and It was huge! Wrapping paper shredded as pulled the package apart. He oohed and aahed – the SS, oops I mean social services! Now he could dream some more – slashing, burning, inflicting misery – the possibilities were endless. “Thanks Tone my mate – wonderful pressie! I won’t let you down”
*Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. No mice were harmed in the writing of this fairy tale.