Kittysassin

It was a cold, Autumn evening and I was bounding down the street, twirling my cane around in my white gloved hand. Everything was swell and splendid despite how crisp and terribly dry the air was. Oh how joyful I felt, how blissful! That was when I came across a pub. The pub was a common place, where most of the peasants went to drink away their sorrows and forget their troubled lives. ...I'd show those peasants more pity of only they made my morning biscuits right... But that isn't the point! The point is, I, Sir Reginald, got the brilliant idea to actually step foot inside that terribly filthy place! A choice I regret to this day, but I we