Mrs Frisby awoke to the sound of Timothy sneezing.
"Now, shut up Timothy." Responded Mrs. Frisby in a way that a certain English teacher would say such a phrase.
"Sorry ma." Apologized Timothy without a trace of remorse.
"what time is it?" Asked Felisha.
"10 am." Replied Timothy.
"Ugh." Sighed Felisha.
Felisha rolled out of bed and starting sipping a pre-poured sherry.
"Ma, don't get pished."
"Timothy!" Exclaimed Felisha. "Mind your fucking language!"
"Sorry ma." Replied the cheeky little shit.
Felisha finished the entire bottle of sherry and checked the time. Only 10:03.
"I can't see myself falling back asleep. We should just go and see Mr. Ages."
"Who's we?"
"Fuck you mean? The you know whos trashed OUR house. WE are doing this together."
"Fine." Said Timothy reluctantly.
This is all I had written and I don't plan on continuing this story so just use your imagination as to how Felisha managed to get her weave back.
Peace.
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Felisha and The Ratchets of NIMH
FanfictionFelisha has had her weave stolen by the Ratchets of NIMH and needs to get it back. Will she get it back from The Ratchets? Princess_at_heart_xx contributed to this story.
