In the first volume of Steven C. Gull’s long-running saga we heard how Squire Teflon helped Mistress Bones with funding for her dream to bring a World Record Beating Olympic Sized Swimming Pool and Ice Rink to Smalltown, in return for a favour or two or 16,000. They had agreed to keep their relationship a secret from significant others, friends and the residents and electorate of Smalltown.
Following a hugely unsuccessful opening event, which attracted huge amounts of Town Council funding and small crowds, the World Record Beating Olympic Sized Swimming Pool and Ice Rink opened and, a few short weeks later, closed again.
We rejoin the dynamic duo to find them having adjusted the figures to made a silk purse out of an elephant’s ear and have managed to convince everyone that the Rink was a huge success. They are now working on a scheme for the return of Mistress Bones Olympic Sized Swimming Pool and Ice Rink.
Unfortunately some residents of Smalltown and Dullbridge are not happy to see their money spent on yet another vanity project and have been rather vocal in their objections, some have even written letters to the local newspapers raising their concerns.
Chapter Ten
A few months later…
Mistress Bones was checking the headlines in the local news as she sorted papers into sacks ready for the paper rounds. She suddenly saw something that gave her cause to draw a sharp intake of breath.
Carefully opening the paper, conscious that she didn’t want to make it look as if someone else had read the copy before it was delivered, she read and reread the story several times. ‘Oh my‘ she muttered to herself, ‘this could be an opportunity. I could make myself as important as Squire Teflon if I could achieve this and it would really help with my rehabilitation after all the criticism of my World Record Breaking Olympic Sized Swimming Pool and Ice Rink.’
Her fingers shook with excitement as she reached for her phone and dialled the Squire’s number.
“Squire! Quickly. Come quickly.”
“I always come quickly. What is it this time? Am I a Corgi-registered heating engineer?Have you got a boiler that needs servicing?”
“No.”
“Am I a Milkman? Do you need a pint of my white stuff?”
“No.”
“I’ve got it. I’m a doctor and you need me to stick my thermometer in your mo…”
“NO! Stop it. It’s nothing like that. I need to show you something.”
“That sounds fun. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”