Voldemort and the kitten

Once upon a time there was a small fluffy kitten. It was a white fluffy Persian that could fly. It's name was Cheese Plinth.

One day Cheese went on a walk out side in the park. He went into a park then was mugged by some weird people. They were singing the Lloyds TSB tune thing while stamping on his tiny chicken flavoured kitty glasses. He later found out who had sent them. It was Voldemort. About five minutes after that he found out they had actually been sent to stamp on Harrys glasses, so Voldemort and Cheese Plinth became friends, daily sending Lloyds TSB people to stamp on glasses.

Amen.

Comments

[Andy Curtis]

This is, quite possibly, the most beautiful story I have ever read. I laughed, I smiled, I frowned and finally cried with all the despair of a young baby deprived of mother's milk and offered Tizer® in exchange - and although preferring the Tizer® being unable to accept it because it did not offer the correct and needful combination of vitamins and minerals previously supplied in the milk - and faced with the misery of effectively having nothing to drink, wondering how it was going to source a credible replacement, yet having no real idea where to even start on such a quest - being only a young baby and therefore relatively unskilled in unilateral nutritional problem solving.

I hope I've made myself clear.