Last night I held a party at Twizzlegrass Manor.
As usual, I arranged for a few little party games to be played.
I arranged for a large water tank to be installed in the Great Hall in which were put three alligators, eight dozen piranhas, some jellyfish, a giant squid called Otis and a couple of sharks.
I told the guests that if anyone could swim across the tank, he or she would, to the best of my ability, be granted three wishes.
Well nobody was up to the challenge, so everyone just started having a jolly good time eating canapés and drinking champers and doing that "party thing" when suddenly, there was this big splash.
I looked and saw my butler, Hargrieves (87), swimming frantically across the tank, and, lo and behold, he made it! How we laughed and cheered!
I patted old Hargrieves on the shoulder and asked him what his wishes were. First of all he asked to borrow Daddy’s old elephant gun that was hanging over the fireplace. Next he asked for a round of ammunition for the gun. Finally he said, ‘Madam, now point out which of these **s**r* guests pushed me in the tank!’
Should I reprimand Hargrieves for his foul language in front of the gentry, moreover should I tell him that it was Rotter?
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