Edmund rushed downstairs to greet his parent's oldest friends, the Earl and Countess of Lincoln. "Richard, Jessica, how are you? Thank you for coming to my little soiree."
"Edmund, it is always a pleasure," replied the Countess. "I remember your tenth birthday, and how naughty you were then."
Edmund reddened remembering the unfortunate incident involving the Countess's dress, a gold fish and a tray of blancmange.
"No need to take on, my boy," said the Count of Lincoln. "We have a present for you..."
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 10:15pm on Apr 20, 2025 via server WEBX2.