She then reached her left hand to the blue bucket on the flow and placed it on the stool, she put the gum on the flow and got out the needles one by one from the hold all and thrusted them in the gum while kneeling on the right knee as the left leg was folded a little bit high with an evil smirk on her face, she got a rope and tied it to the bucket she placed on the stool to the window on her left, she then got another rope and joined them together by a knot from the little end which had remained after teing it on the window, she then took it on the window on the right, after she poured hot water in the bucket and then she went to the boiling meat in front of her she got half of the meat in the dish and another remained in the sourcepan, she got an entire container of chilly pouder and added it all in the meat in the source pan. Mrs Mann got out of the kitchen with the dish she had put part of her meat in and strode in side her one roomed household boldly and with dignity. When Henk saw Mrs Mann bolting to her house, he looked up to the sky as he jumped a little from the ground and rolling his arms from left to right, when he saw that Mrs Mann whose bum was going left and right was no longer in sight no soul visible he bolted to the kitchen and as he short the door open, he laughed when he saw the needles on the flow and nodded his head in disbelief he took his right leg above the needles and stepped to the other side he reached his left leg in front and strode to the meat immediately he got a fork and a knife and got the meat, he took a bite out of it with excitement and the second to be had was screams, he jumped while searching for air and water as he took few steps back wards he hit the bucket with hot water and poured on him he yelped, screeched and before he could get relief, he slipped due to the stepping in oil and hit his batt on the needles, screeching, screaming, grief was all over the area and no words in the world not even in the greatest dictionary that could describe how happy Mrs Mann was.
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BY Zaharah Mazzi