The Strange Visitor

Once upon a time there was a little old lady. She was sitting at home, minding her own business, doing what little old ladies do when they’re sitting at home minding their own business, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” said the little old lady.
In came a pair of feet, that sat themselves down on the cold, cold, floor.
That’s strange, thought the little old lady, but before she could say anything, there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” said the little old lady.
In came a pair of legs that sat themselves down on the feet that sat on the cold, cold floor.
*Ditto*
In came a body that sat itself down on the legs that sat on the feet that sat on the cold, cold, floor.
*Ditto*
In came a pair of arms that sat themselves down on the body that sat on the legs that sat on the feet that sat on the cold, cold floor.
*Ditto*
In came a head etc etc
“What do you want?” asked the little old lady.
“I want food, and I want it NOW,” said the strange visitor. And it didn’t even say please.
“How rude,” said the little old lady. And then she said “BOO!”
Away flew the head and the arms and the body and the legs and the feet, and all that was left was the cold, cold floor.
“What a Strange Visitor,” said the little old lady. “I wonder who will visit me tomorrow.”

courtesey of Jo Jensen