George and Linda were on edge; this was not only a first for their daughter Sarah and for Mark, but a first for themselves, too.
Twenty-five minutes later, the telephone exploded into life. George made to answer it, but Linda was there to snatched it up first.
“Yes?... Good news?... Safely delivered?...Oh, that’s wonderful, Mark... Is there a name yet?... Oh how lovely... Thank you... Bye.”
“Well?” said George, excited.
“It’s a boy. They’ve named him Henry Neville Hawkshead Simpson.”
“Amazon showed up – what a relief,” George said. “Strange name for a pet giraffe, though. I guess anything goes nowadays.”
Twenty-five minutes later, the telephone exploded into life. George made to answer it, but Linda was there to snatched it up first.
“Yes?... Good news?... Safely delivered?...Oh, that’s wonderful, Mark... Is there a name yet?... Oh how lovely... Thank you... Bye.”
“Well?” said George, excited.
“It’s a boy. They’ve named him Henry Neville Hawkshead Simpson.”
“Amazon showed up – what a relief,” George said. “Strange name for a pet giraffe, though. I guess anything goes nowadays.”
