Jun 2014
Title
Mr. Ketchup was ready and waiting for the first tram to run to the Burgh
Street airport. It had been years of utter chaos with all the road works and
the endless track being laid on every road in Butterworth town.
‘About time too - my feet are killing
me’ said Ketchup.
‘Yes,' answered a bleary eyed Haggis.
‘Oh I do wish that these people would
stop shoveling’ snapped Ketchup.
‘Be patient otherwise we’ll all land up
on the floor’ said Haggis.
‘It’s hardly surprising, look at everyone
all packed in like sardines.’ groaned Ketchup.
‘Oh Mr Ketchup why do you have to
complain about the least wee thing? Torn-face Tomato frowned.
The tram took ages before reaching the first station, and poor old Ketchup
was desperate for a cold drink. He certainly looked annoyed in fact he seemed
like he'd pass out at any second. No one could get moving and soon it would be
time for the journey to end. But oh dear Mr. Ketchup felt dizzy and stars were
floating in front of his eyes. Slowly he lost his balance and landed on the
next lot of passengers, knocking them to the floor. Haggis looked like he’d
seen a ghost. Well as you can imagine it wasn't a good experience for Mr
Ketchup and his friends. The conductor stopped the tram while the other
passengers got off in disgust making complaints to the conductor.
Mr Ketchup slowly came around while Haggis returned with a glass of cold water.
‘Eek ...what happened, my head feels a
bit funny moaned Ketchup.
Neaps and Haggis hardly had time to explain when the ambulance arrived to take
him to the hospital. Mr. Ketchup made a big fuss about lying on the stretcher
but Haggis insisted on it. He lay wincing all the way to the hospital because
of all the bumpy roads. They shouldn't have spent all of that money on the
trams - it was shocking. It would have been far better to fix all these holes
in the road he thought to himself.
After a long day Mr Ketchup climbed into bed and fell fast asleep. The very
next morning the incident appeared in the local newspaper. The transport
department were blamed for overcrowding the tram. The council were looking into
the health and safety rules. Due to the very serious injuries that poor
old Ketchup had suffered, he would be in line for a huge pay out or so he
thought.
It wasn't until the first hearing in the court that he realised it would only
be a pittance.
Well I
might have known it was too good to be true. He thought If they think that they can fob me off with
sweets then they have got another coming. He smirked.
‘What do you have in mind Haggis?’
he said looking worried."
‘Just you wait and see’ said Ketchup
grinning.
The very next day Ketchup got up early and he had written half a dozen
letters to very important people. One too the prime-minster to start with.
Within a matter of a week he received the letter that he longed for, inviting
Ketchup to the prime-minister’s office. Mr Ketchup couldn't find his best suit, ‘Oh
bother he thought the only one I do have has shrunk at the legs. It looks like
my cat has died in them.’ he wailed.
‘Oh just look at you’ laughed Neaps and
Haggis.
‘Why are you laughing at me?’ frowned
Ketchup."
‘You're going dressed like a tramp’ he
roared with laughter.
‘You do look rather strange Neaps’ he said
and looking away trying not to laugh again.
‘Well I suppose so if you say so’
he nodded.
‘Look why don't you all come down to
mine, and I’ll sort you out smiled Torn-Faced Tomato.
Mr Ketchup couldn't believe what he was hearing, had Torn-face turned
over a new leaf or maybe she had a soft spot after all. Half an hour later Ketchup
looked fit to see the queen, neatly dressed in a tweed jacket with matching
trousers and a white shirt with a green tie. He looked ever so smart. Ketchup
whistled but oh dear he never noticed the cat tail and went flying, landing
right in the cats dinner.
Oh dear it looks like Mr Ketchup won't be going anywhere for the time
being.....
What do you think?