The neverending pie

by Jonny Fenham

John entered the candlestick makers where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a counter festooned with antique ladles. Little did he know, but a whole new panorama of previously unimagined vistas was about to present itself before his unsuspecting eyes.

'So', began the attendant. 'I suppose that you've come about the bicycle?'
John entered the candlestick makers where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a counter festooned with antique ladles. Little did he know, but a whole new panorama of previously unimagined vistas was about to present itself before his unsuspecting eyes.

'So', began the attendant. 'I suppose that you've come about the bicycle?'
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