Patellar Reflex

John reflected on an emphatic home win.

“Great performance! I’m glad that the youngsters are getting a chance. I feel really positive about the new season, now.”

One defeat later...

“Awful result. That kid shouldn’t be playing at left back, and the manager should definitely be sacked.”

What a moron.

When in Rome...

It felt all wrong to Jim.

Although he’d done it countless times before, it had never been quite like this.

Still, he felt that, as a guest, he should do things the way his hosts preferred.

Jim picked up their toothpaste (he’d forgotten his own) and squeezed... from the middle!

Not War and Peace

For no obvious reason, Marc was determined to name all the three letter body parts within two minutes.

Eye, ear, arm, toe; this was easy!

Erm... HIP! And Rib!

BUM! (Not accepted)

Lip... Jaw!  GUM!!

10 seconds left...

Damn!

How the hell did I miss leg?!

The beauty of Sporcle!

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The war was raging violently, when, without explanation, it abruptly stopped.

The sound of gunfire was silenced. Everyone stood perfectly still.

George didn’t have a clue what was happening.

He looked around for any kind of explanation.

And then he saw it; the dog was chewing on the DVD remote.

If Mice didn't do 'Stranger Danger'

A mouse took a stroll through the deep, dark wood.

A fox saw the mouse, and the mouse looked good.

“Where are you going to, little brown mouse? 

“Come for a meal in my underground house.”

“Sounds great!” squeaked Mouse.

The mouse wasn’t seen again.

The Gruffalo was never published.

Selling Out

Marc was deliberating.

He had to impart his message subtly, or risk putting the artistic integrity of his whole project in jeopardy.

He began.

“Click the adverts when you visit my blog, and then I might get money!”

That’ll do it, he thought, trying not to feel like a mercenary.