For He's A Jolly
Good Fellow
by Avis Hickman-Gibb
He opened his
eyes. Daylight steamed through the window.
“I’ve
done it,” he thought exultantly.
Yesterday had
been quite a day – birthday cake, gifts,
party to celebrate. And the family - they’d
all come along to see him. Make sure he was still
alive. Vultures! All of ‘em were just
waiting for him to pop off - get their hands on
all his lovely money. Well they could all just
whistle.
“I’ve
showed ‘em! One hundred years young –
and still going strong!” He cackled, whilst
feebly pawing at the covers.
And now
they’d have to wait at least another day.
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