103-word post, or “Frickert’s Last Day at The Nursing Home”
“Dis mah favourite toofbrush,” said Frickert. “And he touched it with his fingertips. Nurse Slonchant sighed, hands on hips, frowning at him. “Frickert,” she said. “You’re wasting time.” “Dis mah favourite soap chip,” said Frickert. And he touched it to his forehead. Nurse Slonchant frowned harder. “Frickert,” she said. “The Necromancer Police are waiting to … Read more