A weekend with Benedict Arnold

The fire crackled merrily in the grate and the snow blasted the windows outside.

Both of us sitting in cosy armchairs, I staqred at Benedict Arnold sitting in front of me.

"So, wern't you that leading author, printer, political theorist, politician, postmaster, scientist, musician, inventor and satirist?"

"No!!!! That was Benjamin Franklin!!!" Arnold shrieked.

"What did you do, then?" I asked

"I betrrayed America to the British, or somesuch, I can't really remember...I'm getting on in years".

I paused for a while then yelled " YOU BETRAYER!!! I hate you! I hate you! I hate..." I let out a ghastly sob, then choked: "Where are we?"

"We're in my holiday chalet in Morzine"
I looked blank
"It's a nice little town in the French Alps"

"Oh..." I said, then my face slowly cracked into a smile. "LET'S GO SKIING!!" I shrieked.

Then Mr. Arnold and I had a lovely day skiing...I'm a good skiier and Benedict Arnold skis quite well for an incredibly old man.