She sighed and turned to her secretary. “It’s early this year and he’s panicking. Take a letter James. Subject ‘Chocolate, Bulk Order. Dear Easter Bunny…’
The Head of Sales read the letter aloud. “…I am eggs-pressing eggs-treme eggs-asperation at the delays in eggs-ercising the full eggs-tent of my order whilst appreciating that the eggs-igent demands of the previous month’s orders must eggs-acerbate the situation for you. However, I eggs-hort you to eggs-alt your efforts. February is eggs-tremely close, and my order must be fully eggs-pedited by 14th February to ensure eggs-actment of the goods in eggs-cellent time for March…”
She sighed and turned to her secretary. “It’s early this year and he’s panicking. Take a letter James. Subject ‘Chocolate, Bulk Order. Dear Easter Bunny…’
Gordon Lawrie
26/1/2018 04:58:14 pm
A quite un-eggs-peck-ted ending, Fliss. At least 100 words doesn't allow the chocolate supplier to rabbit on too long.
Adam Smith
27/1/2018 09:08:28 pm
Eggs-cellent and adorable
Fliss
28/1/2018 08:31:03 pm
Eggs-tremely kind, guys... No, stop! Madness lies that way, with 660 words beginning with 'eggs' or indeed ex. And yes, we must derive a certain comfort at the 100-word limit! Comments are closed.
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