Is it a sausage? Is it a pillow? Henry asked himself as he poked it tentatively with his tiny dagger. He wasn't sure but it was on sale and it came with a free mug of beer. Besides, everyone said red suited his skin tone.
He carefully read and re-read the memo that HR had sent around. It said office furniture was not to be removed from the building under any circumstances. But it definitely didn't say anything about screws, nuts and bolts. Well that was lucky then.
She gave him the silent treatment for a whole week when he lost the housekeys. He shuddered to think how she would react when he told her about the decades. It was going to be a quiet festive season.