Bells are chiming. It adds a silver lining to the dark, creepy head that Fred carries around.
The bed was a bridal gown sewn to the floor with invisible thread or, perhaps, plastic fishing line.
Fred decided to use a batch of scissor parts to break free.
He could not smell the perfumed folds.
Poor Fred is inept.
He's suited up to be a suitor but he's not suitable
with his ill-placed temper, his destructive tendencies, and his lack of olfactory perception.
The worries are forgotten as he hacks the last of the bedding away..........................
he loves this.
Yes, why does it give him pleasure?
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