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Random
things -Fanfiction:
A difficult knee
"Hear
ye! Hear ye!"
The
first Shaun Micallef fanfiction on the net. Yes it can be done.
Crud, am I proud!
�What was all that about?�
asked Shaun�s knee as Shaun got into his car to drive home.
�Excuse me?� Shaun, to tired to be surprised at the fact his knee
was talking to him, answered.
�What if France�s knee was polish and the like,� It grumbled, begrudgingly
allowing Shaun�s foot to press the accelerator.
�I mean, of course France�s knee isn�t polish. It wasn�t last week,
so why should it suddenly by this week?�
�It was a joke,� Shaun yawned, hoping the traffic lights would hurry
up and go green.
�A joke indeed,� Scoffed his knee.
�You should spend less of your time making jokes and more worrying
about us,� said his knee, jerking irritably.
�Who is us?�
�Well, there is your foot here,�
�He can�t talk.�
�Nor could I for a while. Did that make me less of a knee? No. I
really think that you should take time out to think about your joints.
What would happen if you had an accident? Where would you be without
us?�
�Sitting at home with a nice hot cup of tea, reading the paper while
my wife made dinner.�
�Really? What would happen if you had to do Micallef tonight and
I�d somehow got stuffed?�
Pulling into a petrol station, Shaun rolled his eyes. He had had
enough. Grumpily he slammed the car door and, because his knee refused
to bend, wobbled over to the petrol pump.
�Come on, answer!� Called his knee.
�Fine then, ignore me.� And with a sigh of relief Shaun strolled
to pay. His knee had finally shut up.
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