The fruits of my boredom

Yes, this is another re-post from Bebo, but it's a good one. Honest. :

I got so bored, that I decided to write y'all a short story. Behold:

Claretta the Currant

Claretta the Careful Currant was always a very careful currant. She always wore a wool cardigan, a lilac hat placed carefully on her head, and shoes so sensible they could do their own tax returns.

But one day, as she was carefully making a cup of tantalisingly tasty tea, she did something that was so not her. She left the kettle on the stove. Unattended.

Yes that’s right, she left the kettle on. And not only did she leave the kettle unattended, she actually left the house with it on. I know, it’s awful.

When Claretta the Usually Careful Currant returned home from her lunch with Thomas the Truthful Tomato, her home was no longer a house. It was a mere pile of ashes on the floor.

Of course, being a Careful Currant, Claretta couldn’t think how this could have happened. It couldn’t have been something she did, could it? But it must have been...

Claretta then realised her mistake. She broke down, and sobbed sorrowfully as she lay on the floor outside the remnants of her home. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t see the eighteen-wheeler heading right for her, and was suddenly squashed on the road.

Her grave read: “Claretta, the beloved Clumsy Currant.”

How unfortunate.