Shrew's Trip to Gay Paris what what?

  “Good morrow 9k.” called Shrew as he trampled into the classroom in his undesigner suit.  “Your in fine voice today” he said.  “I won’t be in History today as I’m off to Paris.”  And off he went, down the corridor with a spring in his step, yodelling as he made his merry way to the staff room for an undeservethed cup of coffee.

   “Oh wow mother, look at the big boat” called Shrew, his nosed pressed up to the window of the green fiat.  “Yes dear” replied mother, “Now behave yourself.”  Shrew waddled onto the boat with a joy in his heart that he had never felt before.  “Where is Paris anyway?” he asked mother.  But mother was nowhere to be seen.  Shock filled Shrew‘s tiny brain: “I want my mother.”  He wailed to the boat crew.  “Now, now dear.”   Said mother, who was just in the car.

  Shrew arrived in France later that day.  He gleefully approached the Supermarche, his heart full of glee and ghee.

  Then he went to a delightful restaurant and was served garlic and pesticide in a hot chilli sauce.  He keeled over, much to the chef’s amusement and was taken to hospital by the air ambulance.  “Wail” cried Shrew.  “Oh look dear, it’s only a graze.  Now be a big boy and don’t cry.  Now wipe your nose.”  Said mother, who was in shock as she had just achieved Moksha.  The doctor gave Shrew a lollypop and off they went.

 But thus, it was time to catch the ferry home.  “I don’t want to go home.”  Cried Shrew.  “Now, now dear, it’s been a long day and your tired.”  Said mother.

  Well, they got onto the ferry.  “Have you got your passport?”  Queried mother.  “Absolutely.”  Shrew spat.  He was in a bad mood as mother had refused to let him have a cinnamon doughnut.  “Now, now, I’ve just washed that tank top for you and I don’t want sugar stains all over it.”  Scolded mother.  “You know what sweeties will do to your stomach, you’ll be on the toilet all day tomorrow and I will not have you missing a day of work.”  “Oh but mother.”  Said Shrew.  “No buts.”  Said mother.  “Now put your hood up.  You’re hair is in disarray as it is.”

  So, Shrew and mother went back to the Fiat and drove back to their house.  “Now go to your tree house Shrew, I’m very disappointed with the way that you have behaved today.  I will not tolerate your constant rudeness”

  And thus the day ended and Shrew fell asleep in his tree house and dreamed about the next History lesson he would take.

we are too tired to write something terribly witty GOODBYE