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The Mill (part2) more trouble.
After my last dressing down. Decided not to be a clown. Wanted to stay out of trouble,instead of that i got it double. First there was a polish guy,on a bale of wool he used to lie. He used to drink a bottle of porter,so I decided to add some water. He was snoring loud and deep. A well aimed hose woke him from his sleep. He wasn't happy not one bit ,guess his short fuse I had lit. Soaking wet he gave chase but I was young and won the race. Hiding now amongst the wool I thought to myself you silly fool. Yes you may have won the day,but if he tells you have to pay. Sure enough within the hour summoned by the office power. My uncle once more with stoney face said I was in disgrace. I had been here once before said I'm sorry headed for the door. Don't want to see you back again and stop being such a pain. I know you're young and like a joke but don't give anyone else a soak. On my way out I said thanks but it wasn't going to be the end of my pranks.
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The Mill (part2) more trouble.
The Mill (part2) more trouble.
