"Ooooohhh..." I groaned as I woke up at 2AM in the morning. "What's the matter, darling?" asked my mother, Lady Penelope. "I've got a very bad headache." I replied. Lady Penelope, ever kind and trusting, trudged off to the kitchen to fetch me some water and paracetamol. After I took it, she gave me a tasty looking sausage roll she snuck from the fridge. Boy, it tasted good.
"How did I get my headache?" I asked my mother. "I think I know," said Penelope. She proceeded to tell me a not-quite-true story of how I got my headache: you see, I went for a night out at the pub with Alan, Brains and Tin Tin and drank gallon after gallon of beer with them. Brains opted for juice, because he was sensitive to alcohol. We walked out of the pub arm in arm singing, then collapsed in an alleyway, where Alan got bitten by a rat. Luckily, he didn't get rabies or anything, so we ran toward an empty car and got away in it just as the police were on our tails. Luckily, we were driving towards the sea, so the car crash landed into the water before the police had time to catch us. Luckily, they gave up. We dragged ourselves minutes later onto the beach, where Jeff and Penelope found us. Penelope and Jeff took us back home, and Penelope held me in her arms all the way back.
"Goodnight, darling," Penelope smiled, and she kissed me on the forehead as I settled down to a headache-less sleep.
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