The neverending pie

by Jonny Fenham

John entered the butchers where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a counter festooned with antique ladles. Little did he know, but life would never be the same again.

'So', began the attendant. 'I presume that you've come about the bicycle?'
John entered the butchers where a large red cheeked fellow faced him from behind a counter festooned with antique ladles. Little did he know, but life would never be the same again.

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