I’ve not taken my point and shoot out of my purse since I got my new Canon. But I’ve not really gone anywhere to use it either. With my youngest grandson though I don’t need to.
After picking him up from school yesterday he was up in his room being very quiet. (evading his homework) I pulled things out of his bag looking for his work that he needed to be doing. I pulled out his recorder, one of those flute like plastic jobs that they give kids in school for music.
Just then he came down the stairs looking like a wild cockatoo. I couldn’t help myself. This is what came to mind.
“To rid your town of this verminous pox, my fee is fifty thousand guilders.”
The pied Piper of Hamelin