Friday, 18 October 2013

The Table Was All Set For Dinner...

The table was all set for dinner, the crockery gleamed in the halo of candlelight and each crystal glass sparkled with excitement. The guests were arriving, shaking the rain from their Mackintoshes as they entered the winding burrow. They changed into their supper slippers and then pattered down the long hallway, going deeper into the ground until they reached the delicate new roots and the ornate little dining room.

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