HB2

Horrid Borrid sat in a chair and licked the staple gun.

"Pow! Pow!" said his sister Florrid, as she cartwheeled past, brandishing two brown leaves and a bag of curtain hooks.

Horrid frowned, but Florrid was not to be deterred.

"Horrid!" said Florrid.

Horrid raised one eyebrow.

"Horrid!" said Florrid.

Horrid thrust forth the staple gun, in a manner suggestive of pending violence.

"Dah," said Florrid, reluctantly conciliatorily, as she turned on her heals and scattered curtain hooks hither and yon.

Horrid Borrid was triumphant.

Florrid Borrid was not.

[ end of HB2 ]