by Treadwell » Mon May 17, 2004 9:13 am
Aloisius Treadwell stands outside his toy shop this afternoon, sweating under a shiny purple robe and top hat and yelping out worried orders to others. Last night, someone left his toy shop half-painted in mysterious black and red symbols, so now Tready has had the bright idea to fix the job! Of course, he's not the one doing the fixing. A collection of youths all in search of some shillings have taken up brushes and paint to help the old man in his cause, giving the toy shop a good whitewashing!
"Looks like a table to me. Do you think it could hold up someone as bulbous as Treadwell?" -- Dr. Brennan, Myrken Wood Rememdium Edificium