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Wot and Nott: Walking With Statues

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Wot and Nott: Walking with Statues

 

Chapter Five

January 2nd

 

The doorbell rang, it rang again, and then it rang again. “Hmm, I wonder where he is?”

said Wot, ringing the doorbell again. Despite wearing his heavy winter coat, he shivered

in the arctic conditions. Turning around, admiring the snow-covered garden, especially

the Horse Chestnut tree in the corner, Wot remembered their childhood days when he

and Nott climbed it for the prize conkers it produced in abundance. “Conkers Bonkers,”

he said, studying it some more.

 

Suddenly, a huge slab of snow, sliding off the roof, landed upon him. Brushing the snow

off, he said, “Where on earth can he be? Perhaps he’s out back. Yes, that must be it; he’s

bringing in sticks for the fire. I told him he should have got a gas fire installed, like me.”

Making his way around the side of the house, Wot struggled to open the side gate against

which a huge pile of snow had accumulated. “Come on; open, will you?”

 

Having opened the gate, Wot entered the back garden. It was eerily quiet. “That’s odd,” he

said, “not even a bird.  Rapping the back door, he called out, “Nott, are you inside? It’s me,

Wot.” Hearing something, like a cry for help, he rapped the door harder. “Nott, is that you

I can hear?” Placing an ear against the door, he listened intently. Then he heard it, a

voice calling for help. “Wot,” it said, “help me!”

 

“He’s in trouble!” Wot yelled, smashing and bashing at the door. Bursting it open, he

hollered, “Nott, where are you?” he asked, looking left and then right.

 

“I’m here, under the phone table in the hall,” he answered, waving to get his attention.

 

On entering the hall, Wot gasped when he saw his friend sitting awkwardly under the

phone table. The culprit phone lay beside Nott’s shoeless, aching foot, its cord

encircling his neck, cutting off the free-flow of air. “My god! What happened?” he asked.

 

“That’s a question,” Nott answered dryly.

 

Removing the phone cord from around his friend’s neck, Wot said, “I’ll soon have you

sorted.”

 

Having removed the cord, Wot tried to help Nott onto his feet. “Arrgh,” Nott screamed. 

“Stop it, stop it!”

 

“It’s the ambulance for you,” said Wot. With that he picked up the phone and dialled 999…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Six

Rest and Recuperation

 

 

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