“Mr Prime Minister,” said Lucy, drifting over and shaking Georges’ hand. “She’s been waiting for you.”
Sam, ran up to George and threw her arm around him. “It’s like a fairy tale reunion,” grinned Lucy.
“You tell me such brilliant bed-time fairy tales,” said Sam.
“I’m glad you enjoy them,” replied Lucy.
“But why do they all start with ‘once upon a time?’”
“Sometimes they don’t,” replied Lucy. “Sometimes they start with ‘if elected, I promise…’”
Well, Lucy sounds like she’s having a good day. Thanks, rabble, for all the positive feedback on sound effects. Y’all still awesome.
Little Fears 
Lucy knows those are the scariest of all tales!
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Mmmhmmm. 🙂
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Yes, every promise is a fairy tale only. To be told at bed time, and to be forgotten at morning.
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Mmmhmm!
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Inciteful, Lucy!
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Mmmmhmmm!
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“if elected, I promise…’” – hahahaha, nobody takes those seriously anymore.
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The old tales are the funniest.
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Okay, officially one of the rabble…
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Arf, cheers Ssfer. 🙂
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I love Lucy 😀
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Everyone loves Lucy. 🙂
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Hahaha! Nice 🙂
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Thank you, Aimer. 🙂
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Donald cough Trump cough cough
Lucy is my spirit animal!
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Bwaha. Yep. 🙂
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Beautiful artwork. Funny little story. I love the keyword “fear of rhubarb” :)))
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Cheers, Nadine. Fear of rhubarb is a real issue, I tell ya!
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