There was a man called Henry. Henry was a jolly fellow always looking for biscuits, he really loved biscuits. Every time he'd see a biscuit he'd run up to a fellow, start a whimsical chat about the way of the world, and SNATCH the biscuit, give a gruff look back, stick out his tounge, and skip away...Now I hear you saying, why not just knock out ol henry.. welllllll it's not that simple, Henry had a way about him, he had a charm and a whip for a tounge ( which basically means he was good at taking the ..anyway... It just never happened that Henry would find his way there.
One day Henry was skipping down the street as he did, Today Henry was wearing a bright yellow suit, his arms flailing about biscuits stuffing his pocket till the linings were stretched tight. All of a sudden Henry caught the wiff of a biscuit. He darted frantically around, his mouth ajar and deplete of remorse. All of a sudden across the road, walked a daper gentleman with a sharp grey suit and bowler hat, in his hand a crunchy biscuit. Henry would have none of it, and like a shot he Darted through the traffic and found his way in front of the portly fellow.
The dapper rotund gentleman seemed quite taken aback, a bubbly yellow jacketed fiend stood before him, with wide eyes and a hungry look to him, he panted and stopped. 'Well yes yes???? what do you want??' the Gentleman pronounced. Henry was ready ... the golden biscuit hung between his fingers like a ripe golden heavenly pear, dazzling his eyes.. Like a deer in headlights. SIr...... Ohhhh... Sir... you seem to have dropped your wallet! ...Henry said. My wallet you say... no no it's still here... i can feel it in my pocket now move along..
Henry was now in a quandary, this had never happened before, so he reached over and snatched it. STOP THEIF THEIF .... Henry flew down the street, crumbs tumbling from his lips, he tried to eat them all as he laughed in delight.... He stopped, panting, he sat against the wall.and then.....'Wait wait, What have I done?' Henry had had a moment of clarity..After all Henry wasn't really a biscuit thief, he was a kind and generous fellow, with a penchant for mischief and Juicy biscuits. The horror of his actions washed over him, and sweat covering his brow and dripping down from his hair...He turned to Face his Victim eyes open, mouth ajar and a ghastly look across his face.
The Portly gentleman stood out of breath ....Blowing a whistle into Henry's Sweaty Edifice. Henry let out a yell... AHHHHHHHHH....The gentleman also began to yell, Why did youuuu takkke my bicky!!!!!! BECAUSE IT'S SO TASTY!!!!!!! Henry replied. The both stood there bent forward panting ... then Softly the portly fellow exclaimed.. They are very tasty aren't they.. Henry looked up..emmm..Their lovely. Then they chuckled.
Henry had stopped, he'd never stopped, he'd always been moving, because, that's what he was doing, And biscuits well they'd been a tantalising feast on the horizon, ever moving him forward. Now he was here, sat quietly with this Biscuit Gentleman, and they pondered life, but this time, there was no biscuit snatching. Henry pondered why, as he munched his golden sugary feast.. and as he looked up, the gentleman had gone. but next to him was a note.. It's all about forgiveness my friend, remember that, oh... thanks for mcvities!!
Thank you for reading.. Sorry for all the sugar references i've recently given up sugar.
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