Chapter Two: The Nose

Pet stumbled onto the parapet. It was frowning. He yelled, "I know what you did to Sally!" and flopped over.

"Do you mind?" said the street.

"How did I get here?" groaned Pet. Bewildered, he fumbled until he picked up his pocket from the ground.

"You're late." it said.

"I have no three dimensional dinosaur!" hazarded Pet. He was filled with hesitation; cheese was slowly and gradually gushing out of his ears; his nose was shooting at pedestrians.

A maniacal chuckle erupted from Pet's nose. "I will now spontaneously combust, causing agony, fear, sorrow, and athlete's foot to spread amongst and over the people next to that there fire hydren!"

Pet panicked because there was a donut on his foot. Instinctively he prodded his nose. It fell off and splashed into a puddle.

Many things happened at once, but Pet ignored them. "How many hatchets does it take to slam a door?"

The street confidently answered, "Six."

"That's what my pastry-eating instructor also said," exhausted Pet and flourished. Asking for seconds, he flailed into the puddle.

"I'm cold." stated the puddle.

"Prove it." dared Pet.

The puddle fizzed with a fizz and momentous moments later iced tea bobbed to the surface. The puddle cooked a ripple.

"I'm impressed." said Pet, impressed. "I am here to enquire after my nose. I am also wearing shocking grey gloves."

"Hmm," the puddle said. "I can't ascertain."

Pet smiled.

The puddle started bubbling and let out a faint scream, "Sanctions!"

All of a sudden Pet's nose walloped the street and the puddle evaporated.

"I like chandeliers," Pet said defiantly.

"I saw china with a small 'c'. It was made of chocolate onions." grumbled The Nose.

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