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Mr Twinkle reclined, an air of nobility and idle grandeur about him. He stretched and opened his eyes.
It was a bit of a shock to his eyes to see that although he was still on the comfortable seat on the back of the scooter, he was not in the same place at all. The sight of the cobblestones, the warm summery smells, were all very different.
Clearly, he would have to watch where he decided to fall asleep in future.
Jumping off to search for breakfast, he thought ‘Where ever I am, I’m not in Kansas anymore.’
This story was written for Friday Fictioneers: See link below.
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