mrs crunch stood up and motioned for iphelia and her friends to follow her.
they moved up the stairs
and past the colonel's bedroom
up another flight of stairs to the linen cupboard
where mrs crunch set them to inspecting sheets for moths and refolding them
meanwhile downstairs the zombies were drawing closer to the verandah
suddenly they rushed upon mister moseby
and dragged him away
beauregard observed the proceedings from the upstairs window
and enquired about the prospects for mister moseby's rescue
the housekeeper answered dismissively
and they continued with the sheets and linen
the day wore on
until iphelia offered to help prepare lunch
and mrs crunch grudgingly accepted
the zombies came upon the urglaut sleeping under a magnolia tree
he had left the bicycle leaning carelessly against a moss covered boulder
the zombies were entranced by its brightness
and ignored mister moseby as he staggered away
by the time he stumbled back through the swamp
night had fallen
and dinner was being served - a spartan repast consisting of a single roast pig, and some cold ham, chicken, turkey and venison
but his ordeal had spoiled mister moseby's appetite
and he soon retired
intimating he would not be taking iphelia and her friends anywhere any time soon
I'm so glad Mr. Moseby escaped. Thank God for the bicycle.
I'm glad he retired and didn't eat too much roast pig.
i'm just thinking how the presence of one thing changes the course of events... what would happen to moseby if the zombies didn't notice the bicycle?and what if he could take away iphelia and her friends...ah... this bicycle feels like fate...
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