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Walter Mitty

?Is dinner ready yet Walter?? yelled Mrs. Mitty from the top of the stairs. ?I told you that I had to be ready to leave

by six o?clock and it?s already a quarter after!? Mrs. Mitty finished putting on her lipstick and pulled on her red

boots while she continued to verbally bash poor Walter on his tardiness of dinner.

?It should be ready about now,? said Mr. Mitty to his wife as she strutted down the steps to the kitchen

and took her seat at the end of the table.

He dipped his finger into the pot and stuck it into his mouth; and then with a great look of satisfaction he

poured himself and his wife a bowl and went and took his seat at the opposite end of the table. Mrs. Mitty began to

eat quickly, for she was pressed for time. She didn?t get very far before she picked up her dishes and threw them

one by one into the sink with loud pocketa-pocketa-queep-p

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Within

moments, her caution gave way to a smile of satisfaction and approval.

?This food is absolutly marvelous, Mr. She cautiously began to taste each one. Mitty! I must say you and your staff are expert chefs!? Crediting

Walter?s excellent skill and promptness, the food critic wrote up an excellent review on the food.

?Number three; table three! It must be perfect!? screamed the manager of Cherabana, the number one

hotel restaurant in the world. He always could add his perfect touch and Mitty charm. She was beautiful; Mitty swept the dishes

off the tray and placed them infront of the gorgeous girl. ?Oregano! Pepper! Hurry now, more

butter on these noodles! Flambe that veal!? In an instant Walter had everything under control. Mitty as she grabbed her handbag and shut the door behind her. Mitty turned his chair to see

what the racket was when he saw his wife throwing the good china bowls into the sink, not to mention the food

that he had worked for so long on.

?For goodness sake Walter, I thought I could atleast depend on you to make a decent meal for us just

once! This stuff you call food is inedible and absolutley discraceful! You might as well not have bothered , and

now I will be really late because i have to stop and get take out food for my diner!? Mitty looked back at his

wife?s empty seat. The hotels?

reputation was saved; Mitty had triumphed once again. The staff, and,

most of all, the manager took a great sigh of relief, they knew that as long as Mitty was here there was nothing to

worry about.

Approximate Word count = 585
Approximate Pages = 2 (250 words per page double spaced)

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