Vexed Alleviation

Upon the eve of a fortnight past the turning of winter,

Twas naught but the bittrest of evenings.

Finding myself in the most contentest of moods,

I retire

To quite a comforting spot within my abode

To partake in the ever pleasurable delights

Of the finer readbooknovels

Accompanied by

Irish breakfast and a tiny wafercookie that is the sweetest wafercooke about.

 

 

At but the slightest of moments prior to said partaking,

'Tis to my greatest of disturbances to experience utmost dispair in the form of

Plinkplonksizuurupthorlylyrockque!

Tad appeared, to my sincerest dismay that the atrociousest of atrocities hast occurreth!

Pöllö!  Av!  Naga Ka ghara!  Aeie!  Autsch!  Oj!

My exclamations were most audible with a rather bitey tone about them.

Their purposes none other than to illustrate the severe dismay

Felt when contentment turns to agony.