The Sandwich: #6

The Sandwich

#6

It's gone!

After spending the whole morning and a little bit of the afternoon pulling and pushing, and slipping and sliding, I finally gave up and went and had a lie down and also a long hard think about some things. But then, when I got up, my sandwich had completely disappeared! Wooha, spooky. It was like it had never been there at all, apart from the right old mess that it had made of the garden and the rank smell that I can still smell when I do a sniff.

I miss it already. I wonder if it was something I said? Now I am really worried about it so if you see it, you will let me know, won't you? You will recognise it by the distinctive mole on its left side and the slight limp when it walks, and also by it being a mutant twenty-foot-high sandwich.

I think I'm going inside now, where I can sit and be quiet for a while.

 

 

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