Hello boys and girls
Today we continue our story on the fruitcake trapped in the land of pudding.
The fruitcake awoke to an eerie feeling. Like when you’re in a group of people and someone farts. He sat up rubbed the crumbs out of his eyes, burped, broke wind and took stock of himself. "Were in the name of walnuts am I" he muttered as he looked at his surroundings. Three walls were made of marzipan and one of musk sticks. "Shit, I’ve been nicked...again".
The mayor of mixedfruitberg was calmly sitting in his office when the phone rang. "Hello, oh its awake then, right, right ill just finish this deposition and be right there" he hung up the phone and turned back to his deposition. He had to retrieve this particular sheet of paper from the dustiest section of the storage room. "20 years, 20 years and it happens again when I’m in charge, soggy thing"
The mayor told himself under his breath "my father always warned me of it, could happen again he said, best to prevent it he said" the mayor signed the last page and collected his hot on the way out.
The fruitcake was sitting up trying to figure out how he had gone from Cindi cashews bedroom to the nick when the outer door was opened. A portly looking figure walked slowly in to the half light, "what’s this then" thought the fruit cake "bit of a fat fucker eh" he stood up and walked to the musk bars. "S'up" said the fruitcake. The mayor turned a slightly darker shade of tan and replied, "good morning...you". "Look Cindi told me she was 16 and any way I was only helping her out with her home work..."the fruit cake began "silence" yelled the mayor "you will be silent, I ask the questions here if you want to ask question you must first apply in writing." the fruit cake turned pale, "no I cant be, how could I, I was, but, why, tits" the fruit cake stammered as he realised what had happened. "What’s your name if you things have one?" inquired the mayor. "I’m Freddy,” answered the fruitcake "I’m Freddy...the only fruitcake in the land of pudding" and Freddy wept.