Reginald Part One
Reginald the rat was on the sewer subway when he was approached by a good-looking rat with long whiskers. The rat scurried up to him and twitched his nose expectantly. Reginald looked up from his rat newspaper and smiled. “Can I help you?” He asked the rat. At Reginald’s look of indifference, the other rat frowned. “Don’t you know who I am?” He asked. Reginald smoothed out a crease in his rat newspaper. “Haven’t the foggiest.” The other rat’s frown deepened. “I’m the most famous rat in all of the sewers. I’m a millionaire businessman.” He held out his paw. “My name’s Remy.” “Good for you,” said Reginald, and he reopened his rat newspaper, ignoring the rat’s outstretched paw. Remy made a small annoyed sound and sat down next to Reginald. “I’m currently in the process of finding kitchen design ideas for my new business, and I’m asking strangers to…
Kitchen Install Help
I grunted under the weight of the heavy fridge, as my brother lined it up with where it was going to fit into the kitchen. ‘Have you got your end?’ I asked, frantically. ‘Yeah, yeah,’ he waved me off, frowning at the wall. ‘That wasn’t convincing.’ ‘I don’t think it’s going to fit,’ he mused, putting his hands on his hips. ‘What?! I thought you measured it!’ ‘I did!’ he protested. ‘Well, I looked at it.’ ‘You looked at it?’ ‘Yeah, it looked fine.’ ‘What do you mean it looked fine?’ He shrugged, like it was obvious. ‘I thought that the fridge would fit in this hole.’ ‘But what did the tape measure say?’ ‘I forgot it in the car.’ ‘So when you went back and got it,’ I huffed through gritted teeth, glaring at him. ‘What did it say then?’ He remained suspiciously quiet. ‘God,’ I growled, heaving under…