The Shed.
No more coal left in the bucket his mother told him to go down into the shed next to the loo and fetch some, the shed was full of rats so big that cats preferred to be indoors at night, his sister told of a man who had thingy bitten off by a rat and bled to death. Outside the shed he made noises knocked on its door before opening it, shuffled coal quickly into the bucket, whistled crazily while fear ran up and down his spine and squished his tiny frame. Back in he put the coal bucket down with a manly bang, tried to look blasé …nothing to it really.
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