by Howard Mosley-Chalk

Look Mum, look at the size of it he squealed as the fish struggled on the end of the line, What a whopper! "George," she said, "get out of the fish bowl." He was the worst child that had ever lived and to date he had murdered seven cats, three dogs, fifteen hamsters, five rabbits, twenty three fish and an eighty-two year old tortoise. He would use a cricket bat or sometimes fireworks, but whichever method he chose, he would always appear at the front door of the house, covered in blood and smiling like a clown. "Oh George," is what met him each time, followed by "Not again." I blame the mother.


Howard Mosley-Chalk is a writer and comedian from York in England Town. He does a blog and does it here.