“My beauty, my real beauty; lend me that sequined glove”. All of the heads turned towards old Lord Popplechurch, as he smacked the spoon faced boy across the face and ran from the room. His brothers trailed in his wake.
The spoon faced boy stood for a moment, holding up his woollen mirror to the crowd, “Look, see what has become of me”, he cried and with that, disappeared again. “Oh Jonathan, this tires me awfully”, declared Mrs Kleftmorton, then the room exploded and everyone died.
Cartoons and things by Simon French