the dog began to bark, although it had been expressly forbidden to do so.
the punk laughed.
the undertaker scowled, but held his peace.
the lady opened her purse and took out her lipstick.
all the omens had pointed to disaster, but none of them had listened.
what had he expected from such a crew?
very soon it would all be over.
quan walked casually to the window and opened it.
you fool, what are you doing? o’reilly muttered.
but before anyone could make a move, quan went through the window.
rosalie laughed. maybe he had the right idea, she trilled in her lilting voice.
it is a sixty six foot drop, the undertaker exclaimed.
i guess he liked his chances better than waiting here, billingsworth said.
you are all mad! the professor cried.
yes, the dog agreed, quan was the only sane one, getting out while the getting was good.
they heard the wail of sirens.
they are coming for quan’s body, the lady opined coolly. we had best leave.
and give up all we have dreamed and planned for for seventeen years, the undertaker cried.
i always knew you would turn out the sentimental one, the lady sneered.
but billingsworth, the dog, the professor, the punk, and rosalie already had their coats on and were heading for the door.
which suddenly burst open., and inspector vincent stood there.
as they had always know he would.
later, when quan’s confession was read at the trial, they all vowed vengeance against him, each in their own way.
but the moon and the sun have not been found to this day.
perhaps because they never existed.
what do you think?
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