HB4

Horrid Borrid, try though he might, could not tie a knot in his pencil.

"Give it to me," said his friend Lancome, upon which he took the implement and dropped it triumphantly into a vat of bitumen.

"No!" said Horrid. "No and thrice no!"

"Get over it," said Lancome.

The Ringtones of Discontent sounded desolately through Horrid Borrid's earmuffs.

[ end of HB4 ]