Easter drabbles
Apr. 9th, 2010 10:07 amEaster Cake
“What’s this?” Sam asked Gene, looking at the tin he had just given him.
“It’s an Easter cake. The Missus makes them every year, one for us, one for ‘er mother and one for a good cause. You’re this year’s good cause.”
Sam gave a delighted smile, “That’s really thoughtful of her.”
Later that day, Sam phoned Gene’s Missus, “Thank you for the cake, Mrs Hunt, it was very kind of you to think of me.”
“No trouble at all, luv. Gene asked me to make one as he said he thought you could do with something nice for Easter.”
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Easter Egg
The Master was feeling ill. He was sitting on the floor surrounded by cardboard and silver paper.
“I’ve been poisoned,” he groaned.
The Doctor meanwhile was happily making minor adjustments to the TARDIS’ console and was therefore ignoring his companion’s moaning. He finally finished what he was doing, triumphantly pressed a switch and watched as all the overhead lights went out.
“Bother,” he said. “I’ll have another go once I’ve eaten my ...”
At that point he looked at the Master, who had chocolate all round his face. “Have you eaten my Easter eggs as well as all of yours?”