Time was getting on as the clock struck ten pm. Their red ribbons, their smooth and shiny wood, their ragged hair, each to their own individuality, yet the same to the untrained eye of a two year old. He carried the bagged up items and placed them on the carpet floor of his living room, handling each puppet with the utmost of care, the extremity he went through to place the puppets in the perfect places was mind-boggling to his two year old little sister, whom he had to look after.Īfter he had cooked some food and tidied up, he sat by and watched the puppets, observing every little speck about them. He made sure to lock his car with the buttoned lock on his key-ring after he opened his red front door, with the number '12' written across it in plastic gold.
Where he parked up outside, carefully took all his new belongs and placed them gently outside his house, searching for his key.
THE PUPPETRY STORE DRIVERS
The hatter ignored the ramblings of the old coot, he got into the drivers seat of his Honda and drove the thirteen mile drive back to his house. "You must really want those puppets, it's too bad they don't belong to you," he said, as he walked off with a menacing laughter. As he was about to enter his car however, someone from the auction walked up to him. When all was said and done, the man went to collect his winnings, he handed over his money and picked up everything he bought, putting them all in his car boot. "Sold for two thousand pounds to number Three Two Five," the auctioneer spoke again. The bidders look at him in awe, one of them even got up and left the auction as no-one else bid on it. The man jumped from his chair and raised his card as high as he could while bellowing, "Two thousand pounds!" at the top of his voice. Going for two hundred, do I see two hundred?" he asked. He listened up for the auctioneer, for those words he craved so badly, the time for his place had arrived. Spending a total of two hundred and twelve quid, but he held back his real money for the main price, for the puppets he longed to have in his possession.Įagerly waiting, bidding his time for his precious items, auctions went over and over, time flew by and before he knew it, the clock already read '15:37' in that red writing the digital, twenty-four hour clocks have. Time went by as auctions flew out of the window, the hat-wearing man had already bought three of them, one for fifty-five quid, another for thirty-two and the final one for one hundred and twenty-five quid.
These next four will look awesome in my collection but I have to wait and take them at last minute," thought the hat-wearing, leather jacket-supporting die-hard puppet fan. Just the kind I collect, having sixty three of them so far. I got a tip from a friend of mine that someone was selling some vintage, untouched, mint condition puppets. Today seemed like any other auction day, boring stuff which wasn't worth anything of interest to me, there was only one thing I came here for. I had always wanted to visit a live auction one day, to see the thrill and excitement for my myself, feel it and touch, to hold up my numbered card and win something unique.
sold for thirty five pounds to the gentlemen in the blue top," said the auctioneer.
"Do I see thirty pounds? Thirty pounds, do I see thirty five? Thirty five, do I see forty? Forty pounds anyone? Going once.
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