When Bunnykins Bunton woke up and saw the blood, he immediately thought, “Here’s another job I have bungled.”
On the floor beside him lay the baker, Mr Bunbury, covered in blood. What could have happened he asked himself?
He remembered his mother giving him a $5.00 note to go to Mr Bunbury’s and buy hot crossed buns for their Easter celebrations.
He’d left home with the $5 note bunched in his hand. On the way, he saw a bundle of old papers on the ground and wondered why it was laying there. But he didn’t dilly-dally instead he headed to Mr Bunbury’s to get the hot crossed buns before sold out.
Now his present predicament was a puzzle. Had Mr Bunbury caught his hand in the till and severed an artery? In one hand Bunnykins held his purchased buns, the other hand held a large knife, which suggested to him that some sort of bun fight had occurred resulting in the present scene of carnage.
What to do?
Mr Bunbury lived in a small bungalow in the rear of the bun shop so Bunnykins being a resourceful young chap gathered up the baker and bungled him into his bungalow. Beside him, he left a note saying: “Gone bungee jumping. Happy Easter. Jonas Bunbury, Baker.”
That ought to do it thought Bunnykins Bunton as he walked home with his hot crossed buns. Though the blackouts were beginning to bother him.
Written for: https://lindaghill.com/2018/03/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-march-30-18/
Well done. Michael. Blackouts indeed.
Thanks John, happy Easter to you.
Thank you, Michael. Happy Easter
How many buns? Wow! One has surpassed oneself. Well done😇
Thanks Ellen, its fun playing with words.
One blayed with this one very well 😇
Bugger! Played i meant played. * shakes head in disgust*
We are only human Ellen, have a good day….I knew what you meant..