A short story by Samworrallnovel

Harris Hurely, or H.h, and his mat, Frank, are these two really insensitive guys, who just do what they wnat and say what they wat. Here's one of theres adventures. Hope you enjoy!





'Here old Jenkins died last night then', said Harris Hurely, or H.H, as he was known to his friends. He spoke with a strong notheren accent, and reminded you of a koo-koo clock.
'Which on was Jennkins then, was he the one that looked like a monkey then'?
'No, that was his wife, he's the one that looked like a fish, you know, flappy lips'.
'I am sitting behind you you know', sadi Mrs. Jennkins abuptly.
'Oh, hiya love, you 'right then, good, sorry to here, he was a lovely man as well.
'Here about what, anyway,I just heard what you said about him, impudent young man'
'Your just taking this badly, thats all'
'But I heard you'
'No you didn't'. He turned away and talked to Frank again 'Moody old cow'
'I'm still here' she screamed at H.H loudly, and she walked off.
'Wonder what was up with her then, anyway, as I was saying, since he's died, I'm guessing monkey face over there won't want any of his stuff around the house anymore, sos I'm guessing that she'll be giving it all away. We're gonna have us soem dead mans clothes Frnak, how 'bout that, eh, eh?
Frank clapped his head in his hands, and sighed.
'Come on then, lets go, but you getting them', replied Frank, and they got up out of there seats.
'Have a nice day Mrs. Jennkins, we'll see you soon', sadi Harris. She scowled at him.
Jennkins house turned out to be quite big, and it looked like it had pleanty of space as well.
'Seens preety big, maybe they'll have loads of clothes as well then, since the house if quite big', said Harris to Franks.
'But H.H, how will we know if the clothes fit or not, you've only ever seen him wearing them, never actualy worn them yourslef', replied Frank.
'Yeah, I suppose, perhaps we colud, you know, break in'?
Whatever', replied Franks, so they walked round the back. Frank spotted an open window.
'What about there Frank'? He asked.
'Yeah, give me a leg up come on. Frank pushed up Harrises leg. When we was up H.H pulled up Frank, and they where in the bedroom.
'Now, if I remember correctly, Jennkins keeps his clothes in that closet there, or was it his en- suite... No definatly the closet. Lets try 'em on frank. Frank groaned.
'You go first', said Frank, and so H.H proceded to pull on the pair of torusers and a shirt form the draws. H.h put them on, then went up and down the bedroom like a catwalk. A creak was coming for the en-suite door behind them.
'Hello boys', Jennkins said...

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