The Return of the Pied Piper
I finish work for a few days, and get scared because I then didn’t have anyone to think for me. I go up North, but break down on the motorway. I am going to have to pay for a tow or a repair, but my credit card overhears and doesn’t like what it overhears.
Why am I going anyway? My mother just spends a couple of days nagging me. Join me on my strange adventure.