I watched the sky with a tear in my eye, the kitty hawk in full flight. A gorgeous view, my legs askew, she soared across the night. I followed her close, my words verbose, a beacon of fur and claws. She deftly swooped and almost scooped the mouse king in her jaws. He pushed away, in fits of dismay, desperate to escape. There was no luck, as all it took was a tiny tear in his cape. The king he fell and I heard the bell, it was all over now. Applause, commotion, fierce devotion; a curtsy and a bow.
17 comments on “A Punishment of Sorts”
This is, in every conceivable sense, an absolute joy. The most glorious triumph salvaged from a bitter punishment. Be proud, sir.
This is certified as as acceptable penitence.
Also the most colourful penitence ever served.
I’ll let Chris be the final judge (as after all, he was the one mainly offended) of whether the colours make a suitable pretty pattern for extra forgiveness to be awarded. My own feeling would be that more could have been done on that front.
I’m going to allow this.
Have you noticed the colour pattern yet?
Do you mean that it uses the same seven colours in an endless cycle? I noticed that. It’s not very inventive, in my view. There was space for 100 colours to be used here and you’ve used the same seven 14 times.
I do not, therefore, award extra forgiveness. Only the basic statutory forgiveness.
The pattern though, you must recognise the pattern?
Can you sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow too?
No extra forgiveness has been awarded, and Kevin Hill, Science Master, has declared “no” thrice. Do not request further forgiveness or you will be unforgiven.
Okay, well I tried. I am happy with the level of forgiveness previously given. Thank you one and all.
You should be. There’s no more forgiveness coming your way. The Forgiveness Express has left Ian Central and it’s not a return journey.
*waves it off*
You have to learn to accept it and move on. Goodbye, Forgiveness Express.
The Forgiveness Express toots it’s horn at you as it enters the Tunnel of Regret.