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Random
things -Fanfiction:
A difficult knee
"Hear
ye! Hear ye!"
The
first Shaun Micallef fanfiction on the net. Yes it can be done.
Crud, am I proud!
“What was all that about?”
asked Shaun’s knee as Shaun got into his car to drive home.
“Excuse me?” Shaun, to tired to be surprised at the fact his knee
was talking to him, answered.
“What if France’s knee was polish and the like,” It grumbled, begrudgingly
allowing Shaun’s foot to press the accelerator.
“I mean, of course France’s knee isn’t polish. It wasn’t last week,
so why should it suddenly by this week?”
“It was a joke,” Shaun yawned, hoping the traffic lights would hurry
up and go green.
“A joke indeed,” Scoffed his knee.
“You should spend less of your time making jokes and more worrying
about us,” said his knee, jerking irritably.
“Who is us?”
“Well, there is your foot here,”
“He can’t talk.”
“Nor could I for a while. Did that make me less of a knee? No. I
really think that you should take time out to think about your joints.
What would happen if you had an accident? Where would you be without
us?”
“Sitting at home with a nice hot cup of tea, reading the paper while
my wife made dinner.”
“Really? What would happen if you had to do Micallef tonight and
I’d somehow got stuffed?”
Pulling into a petrol station, Shaun rolled his eyes. He had had
enough. Grumpily he slammed the car door and, because his knee refused
to bend, wobbled over to the petrol pump.
“Come on, answer!” Called his knee.
“Fine then, ignore me.” And with a sigh of relief Shaun strolled
to pay. His knee had finally shut up.
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