Spellings
: Politically, Politician, Physicals, Physicians, Fraction, Fractionally,
Reaction, Reactionary, Fiction, Friction, Proportion, Proportionate, Diction,
Dictionary, Tractions, Subtraction, Directing, Directional, Electrician,
Electrical
“Hey!”
his surprised voice echoed around the house. “What happened? I can’t see
anything!”
So
while Mrs. Hope lighted a candle and calmed him down, Mr. Hope began to poke
some numbers into the telephone.
“Hello?”
He asked. “Is this Mr. Rider the electrician? We have a power cut around
so if you could come over we would be very grateful.” And he began directing the electrician to the tiny hooked up
villa where the three Hopes lived. In no time at all, the electrician arrived,
dressed head to toe in black. He certainly didn't look like one though he carried a box of tools along with him. He gave Mrs. Hope
a steely grin. There was something very sinister about him. His crunched nose kept snorting in an alarming fashion. Then he walked
himself inside and into the kitchen, and stood on a chair, prodding at the
ceiling, and trying to fix the electrical circuits.
Little Joe howled somewhere about in the living room, so Mrs. Hope rushed off
and while she attended to him, the electrician stroked his beard thoughtfully and
gave a devilish grin.
When
she returned she stopped dead in her tracks to see a messy kitchen. A good proportion of her chicken pie had disappeared and so was Mr.Rider too. She noticed the back door had creaked open just a fraction. Mrs Hopes eyes grew wide in terror as light dawned upon her and she gasped in reaction to what had happened. She quickly headed to the telephone and began to dial the number ‘999.’ Despite all this going on, she still managed
to have a laugh as Little Joe ran about shouting that he was a bossy politician.
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