Although I'm ready for a snow storm...hey, the heat index for the past couple of days put us at 110+ (that's 43C+ for some of you) I put my melting brain to good use and wrote a 55 word story. If you write one, kindly send it to the possibly recovered from whatever bug grabbed him g-man. And you can click on the last 2 words to read all about it. :)
“A day named after you!” Peter marveled.
“You’re a talented musician AND
you cleaned out the town’s vermin.
A real hero.
Well, until the Mayor refused to pay,
you got mad and kept the kids.”
The Pied Piper shrugged. “I thought he meant rugrats too.
Is that why they’re calling July 22nd “Ratcatcher’s Day?”