The Little Master

He had murder in his eyes. He brandished the cane and she quivered involuntarily. She waited for his thunderous shouts and the threatening swishes of the cane that were sure to follow. “I shall teach you a lesson” said he in a lisp even as his mother laughingly gathered her baby up into her arms.

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3 Responses to The Little Master

  1. balchan says:

    That was brilliant. The stories are getting more and more interesting .

  2. Pingback: The Little Master | Γονείς σε Δράση

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